Freestyling Gone Wrong
***11/21 UPDATE: Someone on here was kind enough to inform me that the following isn’t actually considered “freestyling”… but I also didn’t waste my time making this post for y’all just to delete it. So I said what I said. Take what you can from it lol***
Okay babies, story tiiiiiime! Here’s how I totally botched one of my first freestyling experiences lol. I’m going to try to be more transparent and share more of my experiences with you all going forward. Hopefully someone out there can learn from my mistakes…
So I was on vaycay in Bay Area with a friend and if you didn’t know, Bay Area is WHALE DADDIES CENTRAL! I decided to download tinder out of boredom one day during our trip because I remembered reading a thread on here about using Tinder to make freestyling easier and decided to give it a go. I adjusted my search settings to old as fuck (well not literally lol) and began swiping away! I was shocked at how fast I began pairing with POTs.
Any who, after weeding through some freaks and geeks, I gave a lucky few my google voice number. One of the guys I gave my number turned out to be a mega creep. I made a rookie mistake and told him the name of the hotel I was staying at and I KID YOU NOT YALL, this man legit showed up to my hotel and waited in the lobby for me like a stalker. Luckily I had my friend with me so we both pretended to not know who he was….
It wasn’t all bad luck though.. I set up a date that very day with another one of my POTs from Tinder after a 5-10ish minute phone call with him (we’ll call him Dom). Dom wanted to talk on the phone to make sure I was who I said I was…and as far as he was concerned, I was. He set reservations for us at one of the oldest and best seafood restaurants in SFO and we met that evening. I took my friend to the restaurant with me, made sure she sat somewhere low key but within view and paid for her food so she could look out for me.
The restaurant was nice and our seats were secluded from everyone else’s. We even had curtains to close our booth away from the public eye. Physically, Dom was about as okay as okay got but I know his money was beautiful. He worked as a Pharmacist he told me.
We started off with a bottle of wine and oysters before we began the whole “get to know you” game. Luckily for me, I had rehearsed my faux life story down to the T. He began to loosen up once we started talking… he even suggested that we close the booth’s curtains at one point to make out. He then offered me drugs (weed, acid, shrooms, molly…. his literal words were “I have anything you can think of”)—um, no thanks.
During dinner Dom kept telling me that he wanted to take me to the top of the highest building in SFO…followed by “and maybe if you like it, we can finish our night off at my loft.” LOL.
I wasn’t sure what he thought was going on between us at that point… but I regretted not doing what I did next BEFORE even going on that date. I explained to him the kind of arrangement I was seeking and his persona changed COMPLETELY. You guys this man really took offense that my hot young ebony ass didn’t want to entertain his old ass just for the hell of it.. he really thought I was interested in him on some let’s date and get married shit… he was so offended that he literally told our waiter to cancel the rest of our order LMAO.
I regret wasting his time and mine by not talking business before the first date, but you live and you learn!
So if you’re going to use Tinder or any other app to help you freestyle as a matter of fact, make sure you and whoever’s on the same page prior to meeting them. Moral of the story is, some of these men are looking for life companions and you don’t want to be the dummy that goes on a date with a man looking for his wife when all you’re looking for is a check..
…..oh well though. Dom was an asshole to our waiters as I recall. I probably dodged a bullet.