The Uber Ride Of My Life.

I was walking around after my doctor's appointment yesterday because there's a lot of stores and restaurants around. I was about to call an uber to go home and this guy calls me over from his car. Me being stupid actually went over. He then goes on to tell me I'm  beautiful and blah blah blah. He kept asking for my number which I kept declining. I immediately noticed he was an uber driver so I decided to go to my favorite bar. It was eleven o'clock and they just opened. I felt a lot of judging looks but I honestly didn't care. I got some bourbon mixed drink that they called 50 shades of bourbon (very cheeky). 

I stayed there for thirty minutes hoping to give him some time to get out of the area or get a different rider. When I called for an uber with my fucking luck it was the same guy trying to get my number. I thought about canceling the ride and trying again but I didn't feel like being that petty. 

I get in the car and he was so amazed saying that it was meant to be. He went on about it for a good three minutes. Then he asked why I didn't want to give him my number. I replied that I'm weird and just not good at dating. He kept asking me why and I had a hard time explaining so then he asked me if I was bipolar or took medication for a mental illness. When I told him no, he said then I don't see why you are weird (nice!!). He asked if I ever dated an older guy and I don't know why I didn't lie because it just gave him a little bit more confidence. He starts talking about himself more and more about how he use to be a principal and how he made a bad business decision but that he would be a millionaire by the time he was 50. He asked me about my ethnicity and race. I told him I'm half El Salvadorian and black. He goes on how he can see the Latina in me and that he was Mexican. He starts giving me a history lesson about how we have the same ancestors and we're probably distant cousins (I was getting hot and bothered). After that he goes on to give me a lecture about spirit and how it proved the existences of God (He knows the right way to my heart!) I finally reached home and since he didn't charge me I decided to give him my number.

Texts I have received: "Don't Forget My Lecture haaa."

"I'm going to say good morning and that's it."

So I think it's safe to say this short live romance isn't going to work out.