A Good Man is Hard to Find … in San Diego

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Where are all the good men in San Diego? I mean really. Are you all taken or you don’t exist? It’s not that I have trouble meeting men … hell, they approach me every time I go out (not bragging) but they always end up being jerks.

Case in point – one guy who I met a couple months ago while out with my girlfriends at Gaslamp club hotspot, Belo. He introduced himself, we danced and chatted a bit before I left. I left thinking, okay this guy seems cool. He was older … by one year, which is kinda big for me since I usually date younger men (maybe that’s my problem).

A couple weeks pass by, including one weekend where I unexpectedly ran into him at PB Bar and Grill. Our second connection was cooler than the first; one because I wasn’t as intoxicated and two … well that’s it. Maybe I should have suspected he was a total jerk when he sent me a text message later that evening asking if I wanted to come over. Of course I declined, what type of girl did he think I was. I guess people are right about those red flags. Not only is it good to notice them, but also take them into consideration; something I didn’t do.

So last weekend, I’m hanging out at home. When I receive a text message (it’s the phone call of the millennium) from him asking why I haven’t called or text. Honestly, I guess I did notice the red flag because I ended up deleting his phone number, so if he was upset about my lack of communication then he should have dialed my digits earlier.

We’re texting each other back and forth. Then it happened. He asked me when I’m going to come over to his place. I thought, not again. Is there romance anymore? I replied by texting: ‘when you take me out.’

Seconds turn into minutes and … no reply. So I decided to text him and ask if he was taken back by my answer. Why he would be, I have no idea. For some reason, men these days have this notion that women are okay with spending the night at their place without even going on a date. Is this true women? I hope not.

Then the bomb dropped. He told me that he wasn’t taken back by my response, but he asked the dumbest question of all mankind: but why does it have to come to that?

In other words, why should he have to take me out just for me to come over his place. Men, are you reading this? I hope so. If you agree with this scumbag then you are just like him. I’m usually not one to blame, but guys like this make women either become players, or lay in bed with a quart of Ben & Jerry’s chocolate brownie ice cream, because they don’t want to put themselves out there just to meet creeps that only want them for their body.

Is it my generation? I’m 26 years old, and I know I’m not the only one thinking my clock has officially started ticking to find that companion. I’m sure there are good men here in San Diego. I’ll just label this guy as one of the frogs I had to meet before I was introduced to my prince.


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