What’s a serial dater? Well, you already know I wasn’t dating a box of Frosted Flakes. Or, maybe [I was] dating a bunch of flakes.  Nevertheless, this part is easy because most people know what a serial dater is. That being said, just in case you don’t know… in their article about How to Spot A Serial Dater, eHarmony says…

The serial dater is someone who refuses to play by the rules that we’ve all silently laid down as good conduct when dating. The serial dater loves the thrill of chase; they love the first couple of dates; they relish that new date feeling. Maybe it’s an ego thing, maybe its a boredom thing, but securing a new date is their ultimate high.

Some of their definition describes what I consider to be a serial dater. However, I would also add that a serial dater is someone who likes to date multiple people at the same time — back-to-back with no defined goal.

In any case, I was a serial dater to the 12th degree and I had my black belt hidden under my baggy jeans just in case you wanted to question my authenticity.

 

Serial Dater Overload

I was about 20 years old when I first started dating. A few years departed from high school, 1-year removed from losing my virginity, wet behind the ears, and very inexperienced — I was the very definition of what it means to be ignant.

That being said, it’s important to realize, I had three steady girlfriends in high school. One left me for some obscene reason, the other two cheated on me. Though this may be true, I was a good boy who still believed that if I treated my girlfriend right and committed myself, she’d do the same in return. I wasn’t one of the jocks who had numerous girls chasing after him. I was a one-woman man.

Regardless, I ventured off into the world of random encounters, pointless dates, reckless decorum, and carnal behavior. Under those circumstances, one could say that I was the direct result of a broken heart and that is why I became a serial dater. Others might argue that I was introduced to a new world of options that I had never seen before.

With a myriad of options, came indecisiveness.

Be that as it may, to be blunt, I really didn’t give a sh__  about what anyone thought and continued my journey to be great without hesitation.

 

Greatness Achievement Unlocked

Fast-forward to my college freshman year.  I met women from all walks of life — all shapes, colors, and sizes.

By the same token, where I’m from, there’s a cornucopia of female talent walking about the city.  However, I went to college in the deep South, and when I arrived, I went from the common dude to the hot northeastern commodity. My accent was like new wheels on the Lexus, and moving to the South was like a brand-spanking-new paint job.

19 years old, dozens of women, and I don’t have to be in the house by 12 am. I was red-ta-go faster than you can say Offset.

Felandering? Nah… that wasn’t me. I wasn’t smashin’ every woman on campus but I was spending a prodigious amount of time with at least 10 women at the same time — and they did-not-care.

 

Older Women Need Love Too

I remember there was this one cheerleader… we’re going to call her, Rosario.

She was after me like Liam Neeson. Furthermore, I had no idea what to do with a woman who was pursuing me so aggressively. Any time she was around me I was nervously sweating like Shaquille Oneal at the free-throw line.

Rosario was 24 (a Senior), I was 19 and like I said before, absolutely wet behind the ears. See, I thought I was dope because I had these other women who were my age or younger on my team. However, Rosario was direct, knew what she wanted, and came to take my soul (I think). Even (now) as a grown man, I still think she was a rogue sex demon that only wanted my barely touched body to use and discard when her hunger had been satiated.

Basically…

she came to win

Rosario had that Micheal Jordan pedigree. She wasn’t losing the championship and I was a rookie in the game trying to figure out why she was touching me like that. This woman was taking me on ice cream dates and buying me $1 Whopper’s with the cheese.

She was baiting me with a cute smile and cheese! Just like a mouse, and her feminine wiles were the trap.

Needless to say, Rosario and I became great friends. She gave me the lay of her land, and I was officially indoctrinated to “college life.”