I sent my cousin Walsh a message asking him if he knew anything about this guy his step mom was going on about. He messaged me back this morning saying that if it's who he thinks it is, I should just forget about it.
Well that got my interest. I want to know why he thinks this? So I messaged back.
Walsh-:"If it's Dave, he spends all his time in the casino."
Me-:"I don't know what his name is. She didn't say, showed me a photo." I told him what the guy looked like.
Walsh-:"Doesn't help. Both him and his brother look alike."
My aunt called, see if mom needed anything, and I waited for her to comment on this guy. When she finally did, she blew it off saying it was a bad idea after all.
Aunt-:"I showed him your photo, from like before your knee injury, and he said you weren't his type. His response was that he likes more 'exotic' women."
Translation- she showed him a photo of me from like three or so years ago before I gained weight becoming a fat cow, and he doesn't date white girls. I live in a city that is 90% Native, 5% East Indian, 4% Asian, and 1% everyone else. Here finding someone "exotic" is not much of an issue.
Got turned down by a guy I wasn't even interested in. Still sort of stings.
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