P.I.M.P. = A lesson in how not to do it.

Tonight's post is brought to you by the the letter S (for slightly stalkerish) and the number 68.

MR. HAPPY

So I met up with Mr. Happy last winter. He is a Life Coach in which he works with people on their physical, emotional and dietary needs to help them become more positive and well balanced person. (WOW did I just sound like a commercial?) When I first checked out his profile I wasn't too sure about him as I didn't find his pictures overly appealing. Not that he was ugly or anything, just not someone I would try to sneak a second look at if I was walking down the street. I messaged him back anyway and we ended up starting a pretty good conversation. He is one of those people who's glass is ALWAYS half full and overflowing. He would turn everything into a positive. We eventually moved to BBM in which he had himself labeled as 'PIMP'. *shakes head*

So fast forward through a ton of BBM messages and a few long phone calls to the day we actually meet up. I drove out and met him outside his place (which I was slightly weary of but it was day time, I have a black belt and there was no way I was stepping inside his place) When I called on my way there I heard him shush someone up in the background. In the way you would do to your parents....and thoughts of Chef no home came to mind. When I got to his place he was already in his car and when he got out I didn't really recognize him as his profile picture was probably about 5 years and 20lbs less. I know there are a lot of guilty guys AND girls that do this but seriously...it doesn't work. It's like starting off with a lie. So we get in his shiny Escalade (which one can afford if they still live with their parents ;p) and go for lunch. He said it had the best burgers and asked if I trusted him to order for me. Now we already had a conversation about food and at that time was still only eating red meat here and there. He ordered the biggest burger with every topping they had. Huge beef patty, bacon, cheese, onion, mushrooms, lettuce, tomato, avocado, atleast five different sauces and the kitchen sink. It was like he wanted to fatten me up for Christmas. (Although I have to say it really was the best burger I ever ate even though I wasn't hungry until the next day and I couldn't finish the fries which was a pity because the 2 I had were delicious.)

So after the monstrosity of this burger I still had a bit of time before I had to head out to a birthday so he said "Hey, lets go to Oakridge and get me some luggage". He was going to Mexico for a friends wedding the next day and didn't have a suitcase and naturally since I'm a girl, why wouldn't I want to go help him pick one out? So we ended up at the Bay and I waited around while he hummed and hawed over 2 different ones that looked exactly the same for about 20 minutes. When we got to the check out the clerk said if he spent $5 more he'd get a $50 gift card which he then told me to grab a box of chocolate. (I'll give him points for that atleast). When we got back to my car I thanked him for the lunch and wished him safe travels. He said he would call when he got back.

Halfway through the week I started getting BBM's from him while he was in Mexico. I already made up my mind that I just wasn't into him so I messaged back "Why are you messaging from Mexico? Your on vacation, go have fun!". It didn't stop him from messaging though. When he got back I pretty much told him that I wasn't really interested and that I was really busy (packing and looking for a new home) but it didn't stop him from BBMing me every other day. Maybe he thought persistence was key and that it would just wear me down into seeing him again? It got to the point that I just didn't respond anymore. Then he BBM'd that 'You know I can see that you read the message right?'. In which I then started not opening the message for a few days. Which worked. Eventually. After 6 weeks.