Relocation Halted

I haven't been sleeping well. For months now actually, so it's not an immediate need. The relocation plan does not seem to be working right now. At every point in the plan, I've encountered issues/delays, unforeseen events. I don't even have anywhere to live at the end of this month. I thought I'd be up and moving to some land great and beyond, fresh starting it all the way to the bank. But that has not (is yet to)come to be. I understand God's reason for delaying my exit. Maybe it is not time yet, maybe there's so much more I need to be, need to achieve where I am that would be deterred if I leave. I understand and appreciate that. I just don't know what those motives or reasons are, and since I cannot substantiate them, I kinda really want to leave.

For example. Some guy that claims that he likes me asked to take me out to dinner. Out of the goodness of my heart and respect for his budget, I suggested Taco Mac. I know girls that wouldn't even think of doing something like that, their exclusive champagne taste is theirs, part and parcel of them, take it as part of the package or none at all. But me, I am too considerate. So we go to dinner. I know this place well and have memorized their menu. When I go there, I spend nothing less than $25 on myself. Two drinks or more for me plus tip usually gets me to this amount. But with this guy I order a $7.59 entree and a $7 drink, total about $16 plus tax, I suppose. The check arrives and he hesitates to pay. He just leaves the check sitting there like the elephant in the room, hoping that I would reach into my wallet. When he finally pays, he asserts emphatically, "And you're getting dinner next!" In the course of further conversation, he said, he doesn't understand why girls don't want to go Dutch! Really, you asked me out to dinner. I didn't ask you. Why would I go Dutch when I could go solo and have a much better time.

On the way to my car, I told him that I was being kind when I suggested Taco Mac. That to be frank, I don't go to Taco Mac for "dinner." I go there on my way to and from the grocery store, as a pit stop. "Dinner" would be a 4 or 5 star place. So, he cannot afford me, even I can't afford myself but I try to accommodate my champagne taste to the best of my ability. Someone who wants to date me would need to know that it is part of the package. Taking me to Taco Mac doesn't make you a mac-daddy in my eyes. Not even close.  

I don't know if this trend or dirth of quality men is predominant in Atlanta men or just men in general. Why would you even tell me that, "Next time I am getting dinner" mother fucker?

I just need to get out of here, that's it and that's all.