Are all men douchebags or just the ones I go out with? Let me update you. So a guy I used to see, Mike, the married one, said he had a friend for me. I was anxious and said what the hell. His name is Kevin and Mike said he was cool. So I believed. We talked and texted for awhile. He wanted to go out that weekend but since I had plans with a friend out of town, we couldn’t. So we rescheduled for the following Saturday.  The week went by quick. I was anticipating this date. We talked about it and decided on this lounge called Cashmere. Now I’m not one for bars or lounge. Hell I can’t stand cigarette smoke but I decided to give it a try. If I didn’t like it, we could always try a new place later. The whole week I spent looking for shoes to match the belt and dress I was going to wear on the date. I found some and was primping myself for the date when I realized I hadn’t heard from Kevin all day. So I texted him and got no response.  That was strange. So I called him and got nothing but voicemail. Here’s where I started getting angry. Why the hell have I not heard from him? 9 o’ clock (the time we were supposed to meet) comes and goes. I get real pissed off. I decide right then and there that he doesn’t get a second chance. The only reason that douchebag would get a second chance is if he was dead or dying.

            I might sound harsh by not giving him a second chance, but I’m not. Here this, if he had called me or hell texted me that we would need to reschedule, he would have received a second chance, but he didn’t. As a matter of fact, I haven’t heard from him yet and its three days after our date was supposed to happen. So as of this morning, I contacted our friend in common and let him know that Mr. Kevin will not be getting a second chance, that he could tell Kevin to lose my number, and that he can kiss my ass. I have deleted his number from my phone and have erased him from my mind. It wasn’t hard to erase him from my mind since I’ve only known him a few weeks. Adios Kevin. You have no idea what you’re missing.

            To the men who could be reading this, there is nothing wrong with me. I work, I’m educated, and I don’t mind going out. I just seem to attract the bums. If you don’t believe me read the previous blogs and you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe I should refrain from men for a while and focus on my schoolwork.