“Catfished”

“I’m 29. Single. Woman of God. Believer in the Christian faith. But the men I meet? Boy, oh boy!”

Haha did you miss me?  I actually haven’t been going on dates in awhile so there was no need to journal my dating chronicles.  That is…until I got catfished. Yes, me. Catfished!

I decided to look up the definition of catfished online and low and behold, I found the following definition: “lure (someone) into a relationship by means of a fictional online persona”.  Yep, I had gotten catfished.  So let’s get this story started shall we…

Once upon a time in a land not so far away…

It was the end of busy season – the most ridiculously busiest time of year for an accountant like myself.  It usually falls between January and May, typically corresponding with tax season. I was overworked and tired and needed a pick me up.  Luckily, one of my homegirls from Chi-town decided she was going to come into town for some fun. I hadn’t seen her in ages.  Needless to say, we got all dolled up and hit the town.

We ended up at a lounge.  We didn’t want the club vibe but some place where we could dance a little bit and still be able to sit down to rest our aching feet (who said heels were a girls best friend?).  It wasn’t soon before I realized I had caught the attention of a nice, older gentleman.  He came over and introduced himself and ordered drinks for my friends and I. He and I danced the night away.  He was a nice guy – not too old but just right.  We went outside to chat and get to know each other better.  I told him I was an accountant and he told me he was a principal for an elementary school. Nice!  Older, handsome and successful, I thought.

A few days later, he invited me out on a date at a local bar/restaurant.  He saw to it that I had drinks and ordered my food (although the food was never delivered to me).  He walked in proudly with me on his arm and introduced me to his friends as wifey (BIG RED FLAG lol – my friends all know, I don’t play the wifey thing when I don’t even know you. Needless to say I just grinned and beared it).  Mr. Principal continued to work his way around the room, leaving me at a table with his friends.  Soon, I got up to go to the restroom. I come back and Mr. Principal was gone.  I asked his friends where he was – but no one knew.  Fifteen minutes later, he called me and said someone had broken into his school and the police wanted him to get back there immediately.  I didn’t understand why he couldn’t just wait for me to come out of the restroom to tell me that or at least offer to walk me to my car and I voiced that. (Wasn’t like I was going to be in the restroom forever!) He claims he just freaked out because nothing had happened like that before and promised to make it up to me.  I knew something didn’t feel right about the situation so I put a mental note in my head and went home. (STRIKE 1)

The Principal invited me out again a few weeks later.  When I responded, however, he did not respond. A day later, he said he did respond so, me, being who I am, I’m like screenshot it lol.  He then preceded to take a screenshot but claimed he couldn’t do it while on the phone. His phone was more high-tech than mine so I knew if I could do it, he could do it too. (STRIKE 2)

Nonetheless, I just let it go. I mean, no harm no foul. No sense in making an issue out of nothing right? A few weeks later, it was time for my phone upgrade.  Well with Verizon, when you get a new phone, you get a 10 day period to try out this caller ID feature that comes with the new phone. No way to opt out. So after I got my new phone, I realized that not all of my contacts transferred over. I was too lazy to manually do it so whenever people called/text, I just asked who it was.  Finally, one day the Principal called me. Except the name that he had given me wasn’t the name that popped up on the caller ID. So I asked him – “who is ‘John Doe’”. He said he didn’t  know who that was and why was I asking him. I explained to him that Verizon had this feature that shows the caller ID of an incoming call. He responded, “oh okay, well John Doe is my father.” Naturally I’m like wait what? You just said you didn’t know who that was.  He just repeated – that’s my father. So I asked him again – are you sure? He said yes.

Now given that he had already lied to me about not knowing the name, my Carmen Sandiego detective skills were kicking in full effect! The only thing that I knew about him was a) his first name b) he was a principal and the city his school was in and now c) his dad’s name.

So to Google I went! I typed in “John Doe – ABC City” and would you guess what happened? His father didn’t pop up! Nope! It was him! His picture popped up under the name John Doe AND he wasn’t even a principal! He was a second grade teacher!  Done lied this whole time lol.

Needless to say, I didn’t talk to the principal, second grade teacher, John Doe or whoever he was again. To be honest, it didn’t bother me that he wasn’t a principal. I have the utmost respect for everyone working in education in any capacity and I’m never the kind of woman to judge someone for their job.  My issue with him were the LIES!!! We were not a couple. We had barely even met. But if you are lying to someone you don’t even know about things that you don’t have to lie about that pretty much sums up how you will interact with them in the future. I’m just saying…

So…looks like another one bit the dust haha. Until next time!

~V.Davis

Uber Fun

I’m 27. Single. Woman of God. Believer in the Christian faith. But the men I meet? Boy oh boy!

Haha looks like we’re back! More of my crazy funny dating stories.  You missed those right? Yes I know but I’ve been taking a break from the dating scene lately.  Unfortunately, it looks like no matter whether I take a break or not, these crazy stories still seem to find their way into my life…

…Let’s begin shall we.  Here’s a quick story that happened to me literally two days ago.  It’s a tale that I call, “Uber Fun”.

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So I took a random trip to Vegas this past Sunday. My best friend and I had some time off so we were like let’s just do it.  Take a trip and live it up. And live it up we did haha.

I land back in town Wednesday night around 10:30 p.m. I’m beyond exhausted and just ready to get home. I parked my car at my friend’s house who stayed about 15 minutes away from the airport.  She had dropped me off Sunday morning but since my flight got in late, I decided to take an Uber to her house instead.

I download the Uber app and request a pickup.  The driver had 4.5 stars.  Perfect, I thought. This should be a smooth ride.

The driver arrives at the airport and helps me load my bags into his trunk. I thank him and our journey begins.  He asks me about my trip and where I was coming from.  I wasn’t really in the mood for small talk since it had been a long day of traveling but hey, he is driving with my life in his hands and I am a female and it’s late so I decide to indulge.  I tell him I just came from Vegas for vacation.  He mentions he never has been there and would like to go one day. I encourage him to do so.

The conversation then shifts from Vegas to careers.  I discuss how I’m an accountant and how I went to The University of Texas at Austin.  He proceeds to tell me about his major in biochemistry and how he just came over from Nigeria a few years ago.  He really does all the talking as again I’m exhausted from all day traveling and only half-listening. I offer an occasional yes and nod of my head as I stare out the window ready to get to my car.

Once we pull up to my car a little after 11p.m., I ask that he pop his trunk and I grab my things and walk to my car. I notice that he stares at me the entire time, intently.  In fact, I began to feel a little uncomfortable.  It was already late at night and there were no other cars on the road – just me and this driver so I hurried to gather the rest of my things so that I could rush to my car. Once I get to my car, I notice he hadn’t yet pulled off so I wait for a minute or so until he finally pulls off.  Once he did, I start my car, and begin my 20 minute journey home.

I get home and notice I have an email. I check my email and there were two from Uber.  Why in the heck is Uber emailing me? I open up the emails (both sent within 3 minutes of each other) and notice that the driver sent a notification that I had left something in his car. Instantly, I call his number (as the driver’s direct number was included within the email). I didn’t even think to block my number because I was just trying to get my things back.

He didn’t answer.

Shortly after, I get a call back and I state that I received a notification that I had left something in his car. He asks was I the woman he had picked up from the airport and I said yes.

He proceeds to tell me that I actually did NOT leave anything in his car.  Wait, I’m confused – what? I asked him again so you’re saying I didn’t leave anything in your car.  He says yes and admits that he only sent the notification so that he could have my real telephone number. He tells me that he enjoys talking to me (though I don’t know why because I barely said much of anything to him) and that he wanted to get my number to ask if we could continue talking sometime and if he could take me out.

I kindly told him no thank you and that was the end of that call.

I posted a status on my Facebook shortly thereafter about whether or not to report this guy and I received mixed reviews.  Many of my friends thought that I should be flattered and perhaps he was just shy and that this was just his shy attempt of asking me out.  Still, quite a few of my friends agreed with me that this was unprofessional and I should report him to Uber because this situation could’ve easily turned dangerous for me very quickly and could be dangerous for someone else in the future. And one friend even mentioned he does not know how I keep finding myself in these situations but that it would make for a great writing story (hence why you all are reading this post lol).

Either way, one thing’s for certain…I will never take an Uber late at night again by myself…

~V.Davis

Future Husband or nah?

I’m 27. Single. Woman of God.  Believer in the Christian faith.  But the men I meet? Boy oh boy!!!

or nah
(Courtesy of Etsy.com, modified by V.Davis)

I mean I thought that as you got older, the dating scene would change.  Boy was I ever wrong. Seems like the games only get more complicated, the lies more excessive and the drama more intensified. And the things some of these men say to me sometimes have me like whoa! From trying to convince me to have sex with them to showing me their fake bling or fanning their tax refunds in my face to make me think they have more money than they actually do  (as though money is going to buy them a ticket into my pants). Yep, I’ve heard it all.  But you know what?  I’m learning that I could either be depressed and sad about my dating prospects or I can approach this dating scene and the “lames” I meet with a little laughter.  I choose the latter. So grab you a drink and let’s get started with the crazy, funny, ridiculous stories about the “lames” and “not-so-lames” I meet in my new blog series:  “Dating Chronicles – My Crazy Dating Life in 1000 Words or Less”.

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