Dating Horror Story #1

So, I went on a date in September of this year. A cute little place for lunch. My date was very manly and muscular, (check) very well-spoken (check) and well-groomed (check). He ordered a beer. Although I don't drink during the day I didn't judge and it further proved his manliness to me.

After about 15 minutes his beer started to kick in and he began to relax and be himself. Ah, good. No, wait! Bad! I came to realize he is actually gay, which I would normally love because I adore gay men but here I am trying to find Mr. Right.

To make matters worse, he was trying to make a deal with me to purchase my home which is in the process of a short sale. My home, which is so sad to me; a home I thought I would live in forever and create my dream life in, raise my daughter in and live happily ever after in. This guy actually made me pull up my listing on my phone and presented me with an offer, saying he would buy it, hold onto it for 3 years and then sell it for a profit.

The next day he sent the obligatory text which I assumed would say something like, "I had a nice time with you. Let's do it again." Oh, no! He instead said, "Do you think the bank would take 1 million?"

And so my search continues...