As the theme of New York City, it's never easy to meet a man. However, it's also important to remember that you can meet someone anywhere. There is a reason my Grandma always told me to never leave the house without my face.
The Meet: I was travelling on business to Ohio. I got on the plane and was ecstatic to know that there was an empty seat between me and the other passenger. I took notice to him, blonde, blue eyes, kind of cute definitely pint size. What did I care, I just wanted to listen to Dave Matthews Band and take a nap. This guy strikes up a conversation and clearly wanted to talk. He seemed nice so I gave in. we talked the entire plane ride. His name is Marcus*; he was on his way home to Cleveland from a business trip. I had such a nice time but the hour and a half flight disappeared, we had landed. We walked off the plane together and he had the balls to ask for my phone number. I was in a rush to catch a connecting flight while thinking he probably just wants to look me up on facebook. I gave him my business card and called it a day. As soon as I returned home from my business trip, I already had a message on facebook waiting for me.
The Beginning: Marcus and I exchanged messages all day everyday via facebook when after only a few days he asked for my phone number. I happily gave in. We started texting and talking on the phone like we've known each other our entire lives. Marcus asked if he could visit me. I of course discussed the logistics with my friends and everyone told me that because I had a roommate, it would be fine. Marcus came to New York. We had the most wonderful weekend. We were like a couple that had been together forever. We did touristy things, watched movies, had wonderful meals and great conversation. He even met all of my friends! We had such an amazing time. When it was time for him to go home, my heart was broken but we knew this was not over. It was the beginning to something, but we did not know what. For Valentine's Day, Marcus asked if he could buy me a ticket to visit him. I was beyond excited.
The Trip: I arrived at the airport and Marcus was waiting for me outside. He popped the trunk and didn't get out of the car to help me let alone greet me. I just arrived, I did not want to freak myself out, so I just went with it. Since my plane was late we were in a rush and off to dinner. Just me, him, and a quiet little Friday night date. Everything was perfect. The following day, Marcus had forewarned me before my arrival that the TV guy mixed up dates, and we were going to spend the day waiting around for the TV repairman. I didn't care, I was there to see Marcus and spend time with him. That's it. We had slept in, it was such a great feeling waking up in someone's arms that you spend every waking moment thinking of or talking to. Since we were stuck in the house, he thought we should order in. Cleveland, not being New York, there was only one place that delivered. The restaurant was not picking up the phone. I'm going to be honest; I'm not one of those girls who doesn't eat. I had suggested he go pick up the food and I'll guard the apartment. We watched movies all day. However, when he would get up to use the restroom, he would return and sit on the other couch--not next to me. If I wanted to sit on a couch and watch a movie by myself, I would have stayed in NY. I didn't understand what was going on. Then, Saturday night, I was meeting all of his friends. Marcus's stomach hurt, so there was no dinner. Seriously, I'm not a high maintenance individual but oh my g-d, offer to pick up a slice of pizza! I should also mention that the only thing he had in his entire apartment was Coca-Cola (not diet) and beer. That's it. The evening pursued without any problems. His friends were great! All married with kids but great. His best friend, who did not live in Cleveland, came in for this big gathering, so he spent the night in the guest room of Marcus's apartment.
It was Sunday morning. I woke up in bed alone. I had no clue where he went. He came into the bedroom to have sex, and then hopped right back out of bed after we were done and said "John's in town, I'm going to hang out with him. Get dressed. Come hang." I felt like someone had backhanded me across the face. I had an entire day stuck in Cleveland. I got dressed to hang out with the boys and couldn't wait to go home. The only thing that I had asked Marcus to do on my visit was to check out the Rock N' Roll Hall of Fame. That same morning, Marcus asked if it would be alright to go on my next visit. What was I going to say no! That was it. That was the end of me and Marcus. Oh, and he didn't feed me on Sunday...at all.
When he dropped me off at the airport, I gave him a big kiss and thanked him for everything. I meant it, every word. Other then the visit to Cleveland, Marcus is a great guy, he's just a man boy who has a lot of growing up to do. After being with him, I knew I deserved better. I deserved to be wined and dined and treated like a woman. The raging and roaring woman I am.
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