So it seems as if I'm going to be the typical girl posting about love... Not today. I have an interesting tale of an ex who just so happens to make my love-dar go to an ultimate E. For three days now I have not been feeling the best due to what I believe is strep throat. On the third day, yesterday, I received a text message from my ex saying, "get well soon." I giggled needless to say, not because he was trying to be nice after everything that previously occurred, but because he was sending it to show me that somehow despite my deletion on Facebook, he found out that I was sick. So I said, "thanks nigga :)" and all hell broke lose.
Let me start by saying he is not black and should not be offended by the word because he uses it as well and the only reason I use it is because of White Chicks. Come on you know the movie with the two black police officers that go undercover as white chicks, any who it's used in there multiple times as a joke not a mean and cruel word.
It's just not fair for him. He really has no idea why I dislike him so much now. He has completely and utterly made me lose interest in him just by dating him. You learn about people, you're supposed to learn about people and the way they truly are when you are dating. You learn that they have to eat like a pig because quote, "That's just how I eat, take it as a compliment." Yeah, chuckle, giggle, sigh, I wish I could take that as a compliment but then I would have to choke down another bite of my food after watching your disgusting eating habits. The eating, I may have mustered the courage to deal with, but when it came to being disrespectful in my house he had absolutely no excuse. When he came over to my house the first time, he opened my front door before I had a chance to. In most cases that would be considered polite. Not when I was inside my house trying to answer his third doorbell ring, and instead of him patiently waiting five more seconds, decides what the hell I'll just come on in and make myself at home. What the hell boy?! He must be twisted. He was so lucky my mom wasn't home yet because she would've told him to leave. Once inside my house he began to belch and at some points burp in my mouth, as a joke, if I was about to peck him and then he would plop on my couch and turn on the television. Can you scream RUDE MOTHA FUCKA?! I almost did.
Now, this is why I didn't tell his sorry ass to get out. He is from a different culture where he vows, that all this bullshit is acceptable. Maybe walking into people's houses without waiting is polite for that culture, I could see it, but eating like your a cannibal is going a little too far when it comes to being polite in most cultures. He would always use his culture as an excuse to be disrespectful and that's what rubbed me the wrong way. In my opinion you need to warn someone about all these things if you want them to like you when the night is over. Because of the strong or in other views, insane, woman I am, I stayed in this relationship for almost six months. He had some good qualities like being pretty funny, and sweet, on very rare occasions. But he didn't realize until it was too late that he basically screwed up our relationship from the very beginning. I feel bad that I didn't become the perfect Arab women he wanted me to be... ya fuck that no I don't. I feel bad that he expected me to change who I was in order to satisfy his life style and make my own, a new type of living hell. He talked about marriage and kids and how the woman is in the house only and all the while I'm thinking, "Why am I wasting my time with someone like you?" Long story short if you're thinking about trying to date a Muslim man because it seems interesting and new, make sure he's a real man not a childish eighteen year old who can't stick up for both of you. Because even though they say that they will stick up for you, odds are when his mom holds up a shoe, you better be booking it down the street.
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