Smokey Goretooth reporting for duty with a new “Do I Suck?,” MetalSucks’ version of “Am I The Asshole?” where we take real life horror stories and bring them to our readers to decide if the OP sucks for some bullshit they may or may not have done.
This week, we have a story from a user calling themselves “shit_dick_energy,” who basically ghosted someone in live action.
I like to think of myself as a pretty open person, but there’s only so much I know I’ll be able to tolerate, especially when it comes to my ears. I’ve been trying to date again which is already an unenjoyable experience, but the last date I went on kinda makes me want to delete my apps and be alone forever.
To be fair, I should’ve guessed that me and this guy wouldn’t be fully aligned with our tastes. When I came across his profile it was pretty obvious how different we were — he went to a good school, has a lot of dude-bro friends, it seems like his family actually loves him—ya know, things that are entirely opposite of my life. But he seemed funny and claimed he likes “big titty goth girls,” of which I am, so I figured we could work something saucy out.
The thing is, I couldn’t get past the music he likes. It’s pretty obvious the kinda shit I listen to and I had a few bands listed on my profile (The Cure, Type O Negative, Kittie), but he didn’t have anything on his. I should’ve asked him before we even met up but figured it’d be good first date chatter, and that was definitely a mistake.
We’re sitting at the table waiting for our food so I take my chance to ask. Without even taking a breath, he starts going off about how many times he’s seen Red Hot Chili Peppers and Three Days Grace throughout the years. I think he also brought up how he listens to a lot of Christian rock (and not like Skillet type stuff, but like legit radio worship rock) and at that point I think my vision tunneled out. I really like taking road trips and I think it’s mean to hog the aux, but the thought of having to listen to any combination of the artists he mentioned, or ones that sound like them, made me want to hit myself in the head with a hammer.
I just couldn’t do it. I waited until after our food came and we ate some, but then I excused myself to the “bathroom,” which means I dipped the fuck outta there. The way the place was set up, the bathrooms were kinda by where the server’s station was and there was a wraparound area that led to a back exit. I dropped by the service station and paid for my own food and just, left. I walked out, called an Uber, and blocked him.
I know this isn’t the nicest thing to do, but it seemed better than totally tearing this dude apart because of how terrible I think his taste is. At one point he was scrolling through his Spotify showing me some of the playlists he made, and he was excited to show me his “sexy time” one. I zoned out but I remember seeing Finger Eleven and Thousand Foot Krutch on it. There is NO way I’m hooking up with a dude while listening to that. Just, no.
Do I suck for leaving like that?
Well, suckers, there you go. How would you handle shit_dick_energy‘s situation? It makes her username make all the more sense now and really, does anyone actually want to get fingered to Finger Eleven?