The strangest date I ever been on
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| Wed, 11-11-2009 - 9:42am |
Hey all, new here and somewhat new to the dating scene. Reading some of these posts has been an eyeopener and I can not wait to read the book so many of you suggest "A Fine Romance" by Judith Sills.
Anyway, I was in a relationship that lasted about a year, but it became on again off again after about 9 months. I should know better, once it becomes on again off again... it's over! Oh well, lessons are repeated until they are learned.
So, I go to a football get-together with friends, met a man, we hit it off immediately, we see each other again at another party, talk a lot, things seem good. He walks me to my car, asks for my number, I give it to him, blah, blah, blah, I have to go, he tries to kiss me, well, I turn my head... I don't want to kiss him yet, I just met him. So we hug good-bye. Next day he texts me and we do the text volley all day and he asks me out for the following Sat. night and I accept. Texting continues all week and he asks if I have any time before Sat to meet him, so I do Thurs. for 1.5 hours while my son is at practice. Again, we have fun and hit it off. He walks me to my car and we just did the Grandmom kiss goodbye. Ok, Sat night comes, he comes to my house to pick me up for our date, walks in the door, grabs me and plants the biggest, wettest, sloppiest kiss (tongue and all) on me. Uuummmm, hello??? If I didn't want to kiss you the 1st or 2nd time we met what makes you think I want your tongue down my throat now? So I'm a little freaked out by this but I let it go. So he comes in and is admiring my house and says "ok, give me the tour" and I said, "no, this is all you get" he says "oh come on, you're not going to show me your room?", I said, "no, my rooms a mess, the main part of the house is always neat and clean and that's all anyone gets to see" He persists with "oh, like I've never seen a messy room" Okkayyyy, I'm a single mom, work full-time, go to 4 college classes a week and I keep my house clean except my bedroom is the catch all for everything and I do not want to show this guy my room, drop-it man!! OK, so we sit down and start chatting and one of his first questions is "so when was the last time you were on a date"? Huh? Do people ask that on the first official date? So I tell him I don't want to talk about that. Later, he describes in detail a scenario of his favorite display of PDA and wants me to return with mine... again, I don't really know how to respond to this nor do I want to...
So we go to dinner... and he says "so of all the guys you've had a relationship with, what was their underwear preference"? WHAT??? Are you kidding me? You want to know if my ex-husband wore boxers or briefs??!! WOW! The rules of dating really have changed!! So we get back to my house and again he brings up the underwear conversation.... come to find out he wears thongs and apparently REALLY wants me to know this and asks if I want to see it, I said "no", I turn around to do something and when I turn back around he has his pants down showing me his thong/butt!!! Being that it was late, we were alone and had had some drinks, I very politely told him I was not interested in seeing his underwear preference and quickly but politely told him it was time for him to go.
Anyway, that was my first date in while and it may be my last for a while!!

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I'm coming in later than anyone. What amazes me, besides these stories, is how old this thread is--it dates from November of 2009.
Who revived it? Just wondering here.
I had an Internet meet. I ordered a glass of wine and waited. He'd sounded so nice on the phone, our talk was frank and honest. He told me about his girls, his job as a psychologist.
I sipped my wine, then glanced out the window. There he was staring at me. Outside. He pointed at himself and then at me. Twice. Finally came inside.
We ended up having dinner and he was over-the-top coming on to me the whole time.
Yes, I put him in my novel. But I changed the scenario. My character leaves him sitting at the table and sneaks out of the restaurant.
These days, I like to think I wouldn't sit and make nice.
He had beat up sneakers and wore a parka. So much for the classy, warm, educated guy.
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