Dante's Dating Inferno - Part 4

The next day I get a text, apologising. Asking if he can see me again. With some additional apologies thrown in. I think about it and then decide, why not. When the guy wasn't drunk he was actually smart and funny, a bit of a lad but very likeable all the same. I suggest the next weekend - but then work gets in the way until Sunday. So I give him a call, thinking an afternoon movie is a safe bet.

I call him and he sounds drunk. He insists he's not, and he wants to hang out. He invites me to his place, because he's too "tired" to get off the couch, and certainly too "tired" to drive over and pick me up. I decline. Over the next two hours we have a text exchange of him repeatedly asking me over. He offers to pay the cab fare, he offers to cook dinner, he offers to go buy some nice wine. I am not to be moved, and tell him I'll speak to him the next day. I get a final pleading phone call in which he sounds a bit drunk, but I really couldn't make a final call on that.

Chuck Long: You stayed in touch with this guy!!!! Do you have a death wish? You have all the makings of the woman who marries a serial killer on death row. The girl who likes bad men. They're called bad men for a reason you know? Stay away from Longreach Prison.

As high calibre as this guy seems to be, it may come as a surprise to know that he was trying to get you over to his place so he could knock one out.

Honestly, this is the sort of dude every dad dreams his daughter will meet.

Madame Boodwah, perhaps our lady friend is the one who needs the intervention?

Madame Boodwah: To my dear Dante and readers – I have a confession to make. I was once the woman who loved bad men. Bad to the bone. Sometimes when women have had quite a conservative upbringing, a previously boring relationship or wants some excitement from their monotonous routine a bad man is the remedy. Generally it all starts lovely and then the pushing and pulling begins – he’s kind, attentive and caring sometimes romantic, takes you to bed, then starts putting you down, treating you badly then ignores you, goes off the radar and you wonder what the hell happened?? We had such a great connection??? Then he needs sex again. He’s comes back acting as if his spots have changed and he’s as amazing as when you first met him. You end up back in the sack with him and the cycle begins again. Capiche?

Unfortunately these manipulative dickheads will only ever want you for sex and that will never change. Why do we fall for these tossers? Well we let our hearts rule our heads instead of heads ruling our hearts. I don’t believe our heads should fully rule our hearts but if you can strike a balance life will be a lot easier. A lack of confidence and a poor self-image can also fog up your ability to see through his crap. Capiche?

Dante you’ll never be able to change him as we only have the power to change ourselves. A good way to start is by just being kind and loving to your self and acknowledging that you deserve to be treated with respect. Capiche?

Dante's Dating Inferno - Part 3

(Readers, if you are just tuning in to Dante's Dating Inferno, please see parts 1 and 2 for full effect..)

Then his friends show up - and I'm still not convinced this is a coincidence, as he claimed. And they are wankered. And not just drunk, they are putting some serious stuff up their noses. How do I know? Because one of my first conversations with one of them goes like this: "Hi, I'm Chris". "Hi, Nice to meet you. I'm Elizabeth. Or Liz." "Ok Liz, cool." Pause. "So Liz are you on anything tonight? Because I have some f*cking wicked ice here if you want some.....". Errr. No, thanks.

After 10 minutes I start looking around for my date. He's at the bar, lining up shots. I am unimpressed and start to get my things again, and he clocks me doing that, and rushes over with a drink for me. I am not to be swayed this time, I tip it out into a pot plant and leave.

Chuck Long: Righto, let Chuck get this straight. You are on a date with a dude who picked you up in a hotted up WRX with no actual thought process put into the evening. He quickly falls off the wagon and gets belligerent. On the same first date, his posse happens to show up at the same rat-hole RSL that you are at and just to make matters more interesting, they happen to have the inside lane on high quality Methamphetamine.

You shouldn't have left, you should have called Cleo and nominated this guy for “Cleo Bachelor of the Year”.

Hey, Chuck applauds your resilience but lets be honest, this guy may as well have had a red light attached to the top of his head. You needed to end this thing about an hour into the date.

Madame Boodwah, please reassure Chuck that he isn't being too tough on the young lady here?

Madame Boodwah: This guy takes the term ‘loser’ down to another level. You lay down with dogs you get up with flees, I’m glad you took the initiative to tip your drink into the pot plant and leave.

From Part 1 I think we clearly established this guy is not the kind of guy you take home to your mother. Dante have you ever sat down and thought about what kind of guy you’d like to have a relationship with or what you deserve? Maybe it’s a good time to start because you need to raise the bar here.

Chuck I think we should introduce ‘Reality Bytes Joker of the Year’. So far this train wreck takes the cake but readers please send us an email to see if you can take the spotlight from these Meth Chef’s.