It’s 12am. I’m nestled in bed watching Nick at Night and the phone rings. Immediately all kinds of thoughts run through my head. Who’s sick? Who’s hurt? Who died? Why did I start thinking the worst? Because no one calls me after midnight. No one. My peoples know that I have an old soul and enjoy an early bedtime. Any phone calls would be for an emergency.

I pick up the phone and say, “Hello?” A guy on the other end says, “Hello.” Now lets pause for a second. There are only three men that I talk to on a regular basis and the voice on the phone was not one of them. “This is Will. We met last summer,” he says. Excuse me? It’s now 2014 and you are calling me and we met in the summer of 2013? Who does that? Why do guys take your number, don’t call or call you eons later? In what dating handbook is that OK.

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I’m glad it wasn’t an S.O.S. call but annoyed that this dude has the nerve to call me and interrupt the umpteenth time I’ve watched this episode of Friends. Really?! Where is the home training? I quickly tell him that I do remember meeting him but that was ages ago. I also inform him that my situation has changed and I’m not interested. He tells me that maybe he will catch me the next round. And although it’s his mother’s phone he’s calling me from, to take down the number. Sir? Not only do you finally call seven months after meeting but you want me to take down your mama’s number? Why don’t you have your own phone? I get Verizon is a little pricey but I’m sure Metro PCS or Boost has something in your budget.

After he informs me that he doesn’t have a phone, I ask him if he is working. In which he replied he works at Ricky’s. Now for those of you that live in NYC should know about Ricky’s. But for those that don’t, it’s a really cool but pricey beauty supply store. They sell the majority of the natural hair products that I use and some of my other favorite beauty goods. Now you know before I got off the phone I had to inquire about his discount.  Which I learned is 40%. Dang…that’s a great discount I thought to myself. But I quickly snapped back to reality and my annoyance. On the low, a little part of me wanted to take down his mama’s number for that awesome discount. But I didn’t. I do have principles.

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Wearing: Forever 21 Blouse | Forever 21 Pleather Pants | JustFab Booties

Wait…while writing this post it just dawned on me. I wonder if he was calling for a booty call. Now I’m insulted thinking about it. The dating scene is so hard to navigate through. I like to think that it’s just regional and the men in NYC are the worst. But my girlfriends from other states says that it’s the same everywhere.

Why don’t modern men know how to court a woman? Did their parents fail them?

Does dating suck where you live too?