So it's Friday night. You go on a date. Meet a great guy, have a great time. He pays, you make out. Top 10 of dates. You continue to talk, and he invites you to his apartment. Obviously you are attracted to the guy, so you go. You go thinking there will be a couch, a bed, and normal living conditions. This to my surprise, this was not the case. I will enlighten you with a recent experience.
I arrive to his apartment, just looking to have a nice relaxing evening. I pulled up to his building, and felt like I was in the projects. A dingy brick building, that no one should live in. He meets me in the parking lot to walk in. I walk through the front door, oh wait no I didn't because it was missing. The halls smelt like curry and cat pee. The doors were gross steel doors, like in a college dorm room. I am clearly like, what the hell am i doing at this point. We walk up to his apartment on the third floor, where clearly some drug dealers are living because people are doing secret knocks to get into the doors. I walk into his apartment and I couldn't believe my eyes. Now I can handle many scenarios but for this I had no words. There were dirty dishes piled all over the counter, over flowing in the sink and also on the stove. Gross! It smelt strange and I cant pin point the scent but I think it's grim. I put my head down and we walk into his bedroom. He proceeds to tell me his room mate is messy. (not really sure where he fits the roommate because the apartment is a 2 by 4). This is much worse than a messy roommate. His bedroom is not as much of a bedroom as it is a jail cell possibly because of the bars on the windows. His bed is not a bed, but a box spring with a mattress. What man, who does not like in a shore house, calls this a bed?? He only had a fitted sheet on the mattress and one pillow. No blankets. The sheet also looked like it had been on the bed for years. If I sat on the bed, there is a good chance I would have gotten Chlamydia. The desk, which barely fit in the room, was covered in crap. Opened half eaten yogurt, dirty tissues, chewed gum, empty soda cans filled with cigarette butts, were covering the desk. The book shelf was completely broken and has now become a resting spot for empty protein shake containers. There was defiantly some sort of animal living in all the crap. Thank God there was TV, or I would have left. I don't think I've ever been so turned off by someone so cute. I even waited to get to Quick Check to pee. I couldn't even imagine the bathroom.
At 27 yrs old, a man should not be living in dirt and grim. A person of stature(PS this guy is a pharmacist), with a good job should know what dish soap and laundry detergent are. Girls, all in all, its good I went to the wasteland of an apartment. I would have continued enjoying free drinks and dinners and never knew of his secret gross place. Date 2, see their place therefore you can make the call about date 3.
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