That One Time I Thought She Was The One

I couldn’t have been more hopeful that she was the one for sure. We initially met on online and the chemistry was out of this world. I feel like we connected on so many levels. Her Instagram showed that she lived an interesting life. I also looked her up on Facebook prior to us meeting and everything seemed to pan out.

On our first date at a restaurant in downtown LA, she wore a beautiful red pencil dress, heels, make up, hair... everything was done. She was a beautiful, smart amazing woman. If I had one slight hesitation, now that I’m remembering in re-telling the story, it was that she had a lot of aspirations to do a lot of great things in her career, but never really went into what she was doing in the now currently. But at the time it really didn’t bother me at all.

So during dinner, we start to get into where we are currently both financially and career wise. And that’s where I felt the conversation got a bit weird. Now disclaimer, I’m never one for judging or placing people in boxes depending on their situation. But if you give off a “I’m taking flights, I’m taking vacations and I’m connecting with the who’s who of LA” and that is not your reality, I think that’s a problem. It may not be a problem for everyone but for me it’s definitely a moment to hesitate or pause. Okay back to the date. So by the end of the conversation, I got the understanding that there are things at work in what she wants to do and who she wants to become but she’s not there yet which was fine.

We finished dinner and the date was coming to an end. Something I like to do when you finish eating is either to take a walk around the area or, at the very least, to walk her to the car. So I propose the question of either one of these two things, to which the answer was, “No I don’t need to be walked to my car. I’ll be fine but thank you.” Normally I’d say, “Okay” and allow this beautiful woman to walk to her car alone, but there were two factors that made this situation a bit different. The first was that we were in downtown Los Angeles. And if you’ve been to downtown Los Angeles, you know that the areas (street wise) are very dangerous. Second, I wanted to see this woman again. So I responded with, “Well I’m going to walk with you anyway because your safety is a concern to me and I want to make sure that you at least get home safe.” We stood there, looking at each other, and she could see that I was very certain. So she said, “Okay but don’t judge my car.” I said, “I’m never going to judge your car.”

So we leave the restaurant and I realize we’ve been walking for 15 minutes. At that point, I stopped and jokingly asked her if she even has a car. But inwardly I was trippin. We finally arrive to her car and the first thing I noticed was that most windows appeared to be blocked with what looked like very large suitcases. I think the only unblocked window was the driver’s seat, and that’s when I noticed there were clothes all over the seats. She noticed my facial expression and explained that she was going to move in with her sister after the date. Well that did explain all the suitcases. But I paused. I said, “I’ve been homeless before. And when I was homeless, this is kinda of what it looked like for me. So I’m not judging you. But I’m asking you, though, do you need help or can I help you in anyway?” She declined and said, “No I got things figured out, but thank you for asking. It was very nice to meet you. We should see each other again.” We said goodbye, I gave her a hug, and I walked back to my car.

When I got home, I sent her a text to see if she made it home safe. She responded saying that she was very embarrassed about everything and that she would much rather wait until things were in order for her before seeing eachother again. This was the first time I experienced that what you see on Instagram is not what is everyone’s reality.