Submitted by L.:
I met Ryan when he sent me a message on MySpace. As it turned out, he worked at a convenience store close to where I worked, and the day that I stopped in to meet him happened to be my birthday. He actually bought me a teddy bear! It was so sweet.
I learned from him later that he used to be into cocaine, and had been in a coma caused by a car accident, which he had because he was high. He was three years clean though, so when he asked me out on a date, I accepted.
When I met him at the restaurant, he had a bouquet of flowers waiting for me. So sweet! Then he asked if his friends could join us. They had apparently given him a ride there. To be polite, I said yes.
Worst. Mistake. Ever.
Fortunately, we were seated back in the party room, so my mortification wasn't made too public. The friends, a couple dressed in ratty clothes, brought their two "lovely" children with them. They talked incessantly and ran around and around the table while the mother, who was a good 350 lbs., just kind of stared at them with a blank expression.
Ryan's friend, who needed to be introduced to a shower and looked like he had recently fought against a weedwacker (and lost), asked me if I worked. I said yes, as a single mom I worked full time to support my son. He elbowed Ryan and said, "Looks like you found your sugar mama!"
Ryan just grunted and laughed.
I decided to stick it out for a while, and the conversation turned to how my date and his friend were "state babies," meaning that they worked the least amount possible in order to get as much assistance from the state as possible so that they didn't have to pay for as much as possible. I guess that extra money went to six-packs, cigarettes and tin roof patches for the trailer.
Finally I made an excuse about having to get home to the baby and left as quickly as possible.
Needless to say, I don't go to that convenience store much anymore, and I never went out on another date with him.
Maybe it's in their blood?
Submitted by L.: