Today I rented a car and drove four hours to look at a Scion xB I really thought I was going to buy. I had stared at the ad on AutoTrader constantly for three weeks and I knew that it was my car. I didn’t buy that car though; I bought this car. The car in an ad that I skipped over four times because it was white and because it was the max amount of the budget I allowed for myself to spend on one. After the first Scion broke my heart, with the engine still running, I called the person selling the white one. Three hours later I was driving away in my new.to.me Scion xB. I have decided to name it The Polar Express because if I can’t fucking laugh at my bipolar then I have no fucking idea what I’m supposed to do with it. Water it? Take it for walks? I don’t fucking know. I’m really happy that things turned out the way they did and I ended up with The Polar Express. Four hours alone with it, taking the back roads from Atlanta back home, it was absolutely amazing.
But as happy as I am about finally having a car of my own again that’s not what I wanted to write about tonight. The topic that I want to discuss is dating. Not necessarily my dating life because I pretty much keep everybody up to date with that mess. But I want to talk about dating in general.
Sunday Dad went on his first date since my stepmom passed away. Dad and Chrissy (stepmom) really didn’t date much in the fourteen years they were together. We’re poor so they really couldn’t afford to do much, plus between the two of them they ran a small orphanage of sorts and didn’t really have time. Dad went on a date with a lady he met on the internet, we’ll call her J. I thought it would be a chance for Dad to take J on a really nice date while we were out of town since our town doesn’t really offer much, so I convinced him (I agreed to pay for their date) to ask her to join us on our road trip and J agreed.
While sitting in the back seat Dad’s actions, or lack there of, had me steaming. Fuck, I was so mad at him. J is a beautiful woman. I’m not just saying that because I’m nice, she really is gorgeous. And she’s so smart and really passionate about holistic healing. While we were driving she was talking about the different plants and trees that we were passing and the edible parts of them and what they could help if humans consumed it. I thought it was fucking interesting, I loved listening to her. Dad on the other hand let J carry the conversation herself. He didn’t even nod along to slightly pretend he was listening. Rude. A person is sitting there talking about something they are passionate about, ask questions about it! Since he obviously wasn’t going to engage her I decided to ask if she studied this stuff or if it was a hobby of hers. The answer is, a hobby.
Then while J was in the middle of a sentence Dad’s phone rang AND HE FUCKING ANSWERED IT. No, that’s not even the worst part of it. He didn’t say “Excuse, I have to take this” or “I’m sorry this is about work” nothing. He just cut her off by fucking answering his phone. So while he was being a dickhead I pressed play on their one sided conversation, because I was actually listening, and we talked for a good twenty minutes before Dad even said anything.
And then he texted while driving. I mean, fuck our lives right?
Moral of the fucking story: I find being on your phone while you’re in the company of somebody you’re dating (I even put my phone on the other side of the room when I’m with K still) or even some friends is the rudest fucking thing ever and Dad was going to hear it the moment we were alone!
Dad is a smoker. A heavy, chain smoker. I hate it. I hate the way it smells. I hate the way the smell lingers in the car and the slimy film glosses over the windows, I hate it. Because we were in a rental car and they charge five hundred dollars if smoking goes down in the car and we were in a bit of a hurry to get to our destination, Dad chewed gum. He. Never. Fucking. Offered. J. A. Piece. Mouth noises, like smacking of food or gum, or the sound of people chewing, is the FASTEST way to send me into an angry, no, a fucking raging episode. No idea why, I just can’t stand it. My chest hurts just thinking about it. He made the loudest mouth noises the whole fucking time. Never offered her a piece of gum. Even when she would offer us a piece of chocolate ANY TIME she took the bag out of her purse and had a piece herself. Rude.
Not one of J’s doors were opened by Dad. When we went to eat I opened the door for her, and in turn she raced me to the next door to hold it open for me. When we left I made sure I beat her out the doors so I could hold them open for her. He never opened a car door for her or anything.
We pulled over at a gas station because he finally couldn’t take it any more and needed to smoke and when he got out he didn’t ask J if she needed anything from the inside. I had to. Of course she said no but fuck man, ask the lady if she needs anything. Damn, it’s not that hard. It’s not like he was going to pay for it. The whole trip came out of my bank account – which is not a problem because it was my trip and I invited them.
While Dad was inside I had to apologize for him. He hasn’t been on a date in a very long time, I said to J. J looked at me with shock and confusion and so I told her all the things that I noticed that bothered me about his behavior. She had no idea what I was talking about. J didn’t notice how his phone took priority over her and their conversation. She didn’t notice that she was opening her own doors or that he didn’t ask if she needed anything from the store or that he chewed piece after piece of gum without offering her any. J’s main concern about Dad was if he was the type of man to cheat. And I can honestly say that no, he isn’t. I’m not just saying that because I’m his daughter. Read the above, I basically all but called him an asshole. And yeah, he cheated on my mom with my stepmom and he most likely tried to cheat on my stepmom (she would have fucking killed him. Literally.) but losing Chrissy really messed him up and it’s taken him almost four years to even work up the nerve to go on a date with somebody. So I felt good with reassuring J that she didn’t need to worry about that with him.
J then told me a little bit about her past relationships while Dad stood outside the car and smoked. Apparently every man she has ever been involved with has cheated on her. And they were all rude, so much ruder than Dad, and abusive. I swear if y’all could have been in the car with this woman for an hour listening to her go on and on about weird things you can eat in the wild if you ever get lost in the woods your heart would have dropped the same as mine when she was telling me that Dad is basically the perfect man so far. I was happy because I like J. I know she scares Dad a bit but I think he’s just scared of getting hurt too.
When I explained all of Dad’s ill-doings to K she told me what I already knew; I have such high standards for the behavior of other people that I notice small things that nobody else probably ever would. That made me kind of sad. Is that what dating is like?
When K and I go on a date, or to the grocery store, or whatever, I open her door. I asked her multiple times a day if she’s good and if she needs anything even if I can’t afford it if she says that she needs blueberries, I will find a way to get my baby blueberries. I don’t touch my phone while K is in the room unless I’m showing her something and if somebody calls, fuck it, let the voicemail get it, I’m spending time with my woman. I never let K drive anywhere unless I don’t have a vehicle or we’re going to her family’s place. Part of that is because I feel like I should drive and the other part is because she scares the fuuuuuck out of me when she drives. So I guess I just assumed that everybody did those things.
The two people I dated before K did all those things for me and I loved it and that’s why I do it for K.
Is this how dating is done now?