Café Con Monica

It’s Tuesday….

OOoh man I’ve got 4 more days till summer school is over and I am free!! I got back from 9 days of vacation on Sunday night and I am exhausted. I don’t even know if exhausted sums up the amount of dead I am right now. I’ve slacked hard on the blogging…hard!  But I am going to rally and get on it!!

Planning for a vacation and cross country move while still working and going to school is killing me guys. KILLING ME.

I wanted to share this one photo from the trip that pretty much sums up how I like to relax….

Give me a beach, a fruity drink and some books and I will be the happiest girl you ever met!  
I’m off to start prepping some posts and catching up on all the blog posts I missed! 

Friday Fun: Worst Date Stories!

Every week I am going to share some stories (with permission from the teller, of course!) with everyone! Feel free to send me one of your bad date stories to be shared! 

Last week I shared one of my favorite Bad First Dates!  

This week I am sharing one from my friend: DoctorFriend(She prefers not to use her very Unique and easy to find first name)…. 

So I met this guy online and we chatted for about a week. He seemed really nice but then would only communicate by email. It was in 2017…not 1990, but he refused to share his phone number or use a messaging app. I should have seen that as a weird sign but I thought it was nice that he wanted to exchange these long emails. We arrange to meet in person (again no way to contact him but email) and he is 15 minutes late, doesn’t apologize. We proceed to have drinks and he tells me as soon as our drink arrives “I can pay for this but since you are a doctor I expect you pay for the rest of the drinks and if we decide to have dinner.” You can imagine how it went after that. Basically the rest of teh time he kept harping on how much more money I must make than him being a doctor and how he is “totally not bothered by it” though he clearly was. It was very uncomfortable. I paid for 2 rounds of drinks and I was done. He assumed we were going to get dinner when I asked if he was ready to go and I had to politely tell him I couldn’t do dinner. He emailed me the next night this long flowery email that said…and I am not kidding here: “I think you are a wonderful person and I would happily shower your body with kisses and pleasure you but I am not looking for a relationship right now and I don’t think we would be right for each other if I was as I will need a woman who is younger than you. I am happy to meet again to explore our sexual sides, let me know.” This really happened. I’m not kidding.  

 Guys I love her. She has some other really funny ones too that I will probably share but it seems that every guy she meets that isn’t also a doctor (or well paid profession) thinks she is either going to be their sugar mama or are super intimidated! Men!

Worst Date Stories!

So here is the deal…one of my favorite things about meeting new girls in these meetups has been terrible date stories because what is dating for if not to have ridiculous stories to share with friends? Ok..maybe to find a partner but otherwise for stories.

This idea has been brewing for awhile as each meetup comes and goes and I hear new more ridiculous stories. So I am putting a call out for your worst stories! Every week I am going to share some stories (with permission from the teller, of course!) with everyone!

Of course to kick off the first post I can share one of my favorites! 

The Rosemont Drunk
              I met this guy online who lived in the burbs, so he said he would be staying close to the city for a weekend due to work and maybe we could have dinner. We agreed on a place and he offered to pick me up from the blue line station nearest the restaurant (only a 1/2 mile walk but I thought he was nice to offer). We arrive at dinner and he proceeds to have 4…thats right 4 cocktails before the food arrives. He made pleasant enough conversation but just keep ordering drinks and asking if I wanted another. By the time the food came he was drunk, clearly. He ordered 3 more drinks before we finally got the check. I offered to split it and he lets me know he can pay because he gets a per diem from work and the bill is just under it. Ummm ok.  Knocks back that 7th drink and says “Do you want to get a 6 pack and go back to my hotel room?” yea..no thanks. So I say no thanks and he says ok well lets go to the bar by the train station. At this point I have no idea why I said yes but I did and he tried to get me in the car so he could drive us there….after 7 drinks in less than 2 hours. So we walked. Even though we sat in a big booth and he decided to sit right next to me and start trying to feel me up before the drink even arrived. I made it all of 30 minutes (2 more drinks for him) before I said I had to go. Walks me out and tries to kiss me and again, suggest we go back to his hotel. I went home…this guy had the nerve to call me a few more times trying to take me out becuase he had “such a good time”. 

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