Sunday, March 3, 2013

No Scrubs

"No, I don't want no scrubs. A scrub is a guy who can't get no love from me."-TLC

So it appears that I, along with my friends near and far, have been wading along in the shallow pool for possible contenders as of late. And it hasn’t been faring well at all.

As for my story, it starts last year when I went to an event and was introduced to one of my frat brother’s friends. He seemed like a quiet, nice guy. Sometime in January, I asked a friend if she knew about his relationship status since they attended the same church. Come a week ago, she informs me that she not only inquired about his status, but told him who was wondering and got his number for me to call.

Fast forward to early in the work week and I make the call. Now, before I go into making the call, I know that he is a father of two children. But I was attracted enough to be open minded to that which would definitely be a first for me. But within a week of conversations and admittedly a Google search, here is what I have learned: His friends fit into the following three categories: “married, booed up, and smokers.” White liquor results in him fathering children. He lives with his mother because his situation with his “psycho” ex resulted in him losing his home, his car and his and his children’s belongings. He charges his “smoker” friends to use his urine for drug tests while seeking employment. And here’s the kicker: if you Google him, the first thing that is posted is his mug shot, the result of a disagreement with his baby mother (note: not the “psycho” ex). Did I mention that someone is calling him from strange numbers or private numbers? And he sent a “good morning” text with a half-naked pic of himself throwing up peace signs and he sure as hell don’t look like Tyrese or Channing Tatum in the body department. To sum it up, he is too much of a project for me, but I’m sure some ride-or-die chick will roll hard with him.

This is why I’m single. I’m initially attracted to and attractive to guys like this. However, the great thing about maturity is I know to walk away. Furthermore, in my 20s, I have to admit that my standards for dating weren’t the best but now I’m secure in the fact that I have standards. Back in the day, a “nice guy” would be given many chances. Now, not so much. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you view it, I know I can do well by myself (forget bad) because I’ve been going strong 10+ years.

1 comment:

  1. OMG, this speaks to me in such a huge way! This is EXACTLY the type of situation I've repeatedly encountered over the last two years. So much so that I had to take a break from even hoping. Hoping to encounter a better selection (and have the ability to more easily weed out disappointments), I just reactivated my profile on a dating site literally two days ago and have been bombarded with more of the same. Dudes who need rescuing love me and the guys with their ish together just wanna have fun. I say I refuse to settle, as I can do bad all by myself.