Monday, 15 February 2016.
Anna has a very busy day:
Driving 1h to work
A support lesson during the lunch break
Yard supervisions during recess
Driving 1h home
A private English student after work (her hairdresser/friend)
A 4k jog
A second date with the wrong Christian (the American)
Night laundry (+ironing)
16h with no pause!
Needless to say, Christian the Englishman and Anna barely exchange any messages. Just a well-mannered, quick hello and some updates (he’s had a busy day, too).
The date with American Christian is so f…eu&r%#gh! Good-looking on the outside, but that’s it.
Why did I accept going out again? Too busy to think straight? Now I understand why he needs that Tinder profile picture with those puppies crawling all over his (strong) chest.
For one, he takes her out to dinner and she has more food than she’s planned to eat.
Oh, no. Why??
Then, he keeps on discussing American politics, terrorism, his Islamophobia, women’s submission to men, family values and other Americanisms.
Red flags, blazing red flags.
Gosh, he loves the sound of his own voice and Anna barely gets a word in.
This guy seemed nice yesterday. Showing his true colors already…?
“Hey, Christian, I should really get goi…”
That’s when he says, “I know I’m 48 years old and all, but it’s very strange to be out with you tonight.”
“Oh, why is that?” — I’m curious enough to ask.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful, but you’re really old!”
“I’m 8 years younger than you!! And I don’t have 10% of your facial wrinkles.” — I tease him, half-jokingly.
Is this guy for real?
“Yeah, but I usually go out with 25 year-olds, tops. And ladies in their twenties are always hitting on me.” — he brags.
Seriously?? Must be because they’re too young and immature to realize what a jerk you are!
“My wife is a little older than you,” — he manages to slip the information in — “Oh, yeah. We’re divorcing, but our state requires we take a long couple’s counseling course and I don’t have time for that.”
Poor woman to have to sit with this man through therapy!
“Hey, thanks for the dinner, but I had an awfully busy day and an early morning tomorrow! Have a nice trip back to” — the wonderhell you came from — “Germany.”
I’m too old for this shit… Haha!
His point. Exactly.
© 2017 rf
Obs. Day 57 of don’t throw your pearls to pigs.