I’m a sucker. Big time, idiotic, sucker. I may just fall for sob stories too easily, or perhaps I wanted to thumb my nose a bit at DT? I’m not really sure. All I know is that I found myself at dinner with him alone tonight.
He texted me and said he was curious if I had dinner plans, that the last few times we had seen each other or talked it was very tense and we weren’t getting along. Said he would like to go to dinner and just visit as friends, since we need to be able to communicate cordially with one another.
Yeah, I know, c’mon Lisa, you knew better! However, I still accepted his invitation. He had to come to the house anyhow to drop off some things of my daughter’s that she needed and had left at his house. I figured, why not, it can’t be that bad. Then he arrived.
Now I have described DT to you a bit, but never in too much detail. He likes to view himself as a man’s man. A wanna be cop, a tough guy. He is a firearms expert and instructor and he usually dresses the part. That means that he wears tactical pants and combat type boots along with black or army green polo’s or gun friendly shirts about 99% of the time. Oh, not tonight! Apparently tonight was a special occasion and he invited Big Pimp Daddy DT to dinner!
The girls open the door and here is DT wearing an entire new outfit, top to bottom. A lavender-ish button up the front oxford shirt, open over a darker colored t-shirt. Jeans that can only be described as metro-sexual, and long pointy black pimp daddy shoes. He even showed me his new socks, which were an odd grey color.
I restrained myself from ogling the atrocity in front of me. You may think that the outfit sounds nice, and it may work on some men, DT is not one of them. He somehow looked like a pimp. A strange pimp.
Now, not to offend pimps and all, I am sure there are plenty of good ones out there.. *snort* Heck, maybe DT got some fine style tips from a few who’s ladies he frequents… I almost wish I had gotten a picture of his get up, just so y’all could see it.
We went to dinner, which wasn’t bad, he actually didn’t say anything horribly offensive or outlandish, a first in quite a while. He did however speak a lot about his neighbor who lives under him. A lady who is single, apparently unemployed, who he managed to find some job information for from the restaurant, since they were hiring. Good for him, maybe it is a sign he is moving on from the ‘must move back’ mindset.
He spoke of this gal quite a bit, and even mentioned that he is going to give her a complimentary gun class this coming weekend, since she asked him if he would teach her some things. I pray he is moving along. rapidly. Although if she saw him in his pimp get-up she may second guess her communication with him.
There was no mention of reconciling with me at all this evening, no comments about missing me. He never said he was lonely, or how bad he has it. The most he said was, “It’s nice to visit with you on friendly terms.”
So, no real drama, which is fine by me, goodness knows I have had my fair share lately. A decent meal out with a pimp for company. My life is strange.