Dear Dating Diary, Entry #7: Dating Blunder #1:”Wrong moves on the dance floor…”

So it seems that the excitement in which I entered into this dating realm has turned just as quickly to indifference. I have found that as much as I do love men (in general) my tolerance for them has become very low over the course of my having to deal with their isht. So I am now at a stage where ONE slip-up can get your name crossed off of my to-do list.

I will give you an example.

Doha is small. And sometimes you may very well show up at a party with one guy friend only to find another one or two of your other guy friends also present. (Guy friends meaning guys you hang out with and/or date…not sleep with…not in this context anyway…)

Well this happened to me this weekend. I went to a nightclub with a friend and saw another fellow there that I’d gone out with a couple of times before. Now there were no awkward feelings or anything as there is nothing intimate taking place with either of them but there was something that happened that yielded a red card for one.

My friend and I were chilling in the VIP section with our buddies and the “other fellow” came to ask me to dance…or rather pulled my arm towards the dance floor.

My friend knew who he was and wasn’t bothered by it; however, I was a bit bothered as he’d already asked me to dance before and I declined; PLUS, as per last date goodbyes, this night of dancing had been previously reserved for he and I. Thankfully, I am not the kind of girl who sits around and waits for men to make or confirm plans…I still “do what I woant!”

So once we got on the dance floor, I reminded “other fellow” of the original plans we’d made and that his texting me when he’d already arrived to the club to ask me if I was coming was not the same as us going together. And so since we hadn’t come together, he would only get one dance after which I would keep enjoying myself with the friends I was there with.

What did this ___________ have the AUDACITY to say??

He took a step back and said, “Look around you! A-hee-a-hee-a-hee (goofy laugh)! You have the best view in the house!“

Ummm, really? So I did look around me…I saw cute ex-boyfriend and his buddies who I ADORE to my right…cute friend I came with partying with more of my cute friends behind me…things to the left were a bit blurry, what with my eye condition and all, and then in front of me this conceited little shit who, in my interpretation, was telling me in so many words, that I should feel honored to be this close to him while he struggles with those awful dance moves.

So I looked again back at the VIP section where my friend was and said to “other fellow”, “I don’t like this song…and the view is better back there.” Then I politely escorted him back to his seat and spent the remainder of the night partying with my peoples.

His comment tripped me out, though. I mean, is he really that arrogant? What was I supposed to have said? “Oh my gosh, you are so right. You are so hot that I have to ditch all of my friends and spend the whole night doing the snake and dancing off-beat with you! YESSSSSS!!!!“

Um. No. That isht may work with these thirsty biatches around here but I am already well-nourished, boo-boo. Funny thing is, I saw him the next day at a party as well, and once again, he tried to come and snatch me up from my friends so that he can revel in my presence. This time I was a bit more firm in reminding him that I was there enjoying myself beautifully just where I was and that I’d holla at him in passing.

But what amazed me the most was how quickly all interest in him dissolved. I mean, true enough, there was never any plans of pursuing an intimate relationship with him. The times we have gone out, though, have been very enjoyable. But now I’m wondering if I even want to go out with a person who feels that he is the best thing this city has to offer.

I don’t know, man…as much as I love a free meal and good conversation, the overall giddyness I felt when and about hanging out with this man truly did die with his assumption that I should be satisfied enough with merely being in his presence. Or maybe I just took it the wrong way…

And maybe he was just drunk. He probably doesn’t even remember saying it.  I think the best thing I can do is to be honest with him about how his comment and actions made me feel and then take it from there. What do you all think? Give another chance should the opportunity arise, or leave him to his conceit and dodgy dance moves?

Holla at your guuuuuuuuuuuuuurl!!