I have done my fair share of intimate dating , in fact when meeting men online became the way to meet men I took to it like a duck to water. I have only every had one really bad experience and this wasn’t so bad really, just incredibly pushy and when my blind date just couldn’t wait to get home, I have to be honest, I actually wanted to run!
There were some very strange warning bells going off in my head, even though there seemed to be nothing unduly remarkable or strange in the run up to this blind date.
I had met him on an “adult” site, we were both after all adults, and he was pushy about us having a blind date. I held him off for a while, but eventually thought what the heck – ok.
He collected me from my home – bad idea, I should have met him on my own recognizance. From the moment I got in the car, octopus hands, couldn’t keep his hand off me. I have no problem with intimacy or intimate dating, but I want to invite a man into my space, not have him assume that is where he should immediately be.
I am not prudish, but this guy was freaky from the moment he picked me up, he was already trying to get his hands down my pants in the car on the way out to dinner. I am far from prudish, but I want to feel comfortable enough to invite a man into my space. He just assume this was where he should be and I was already feeling a little uncomfortable and out of my league.
He was well read, intelligent, a businessman and he dabbled in creative writing in his spare time, much like me. But he walked me into the restaurant with his hands all over me and walked me out the same way, somehow I didn’t feel comfy. I thought I would give him the benefit of another half hour of my company when he suggested tea.
We were in his car again, he kept reaching over to unfasten my jeans, I kept distracting him with conversation and fastening up. He didn’t get the message! He couldn’t wait to get me home, to his home, and we pulled into a townhouse complex in an affluent suburb.
We arrived in a nearby affluent suburb and I realized this guy was taking me home, to his home? So in I went – another bad idea. He had a nice home, but the moment he got me in the door he was fumbling with me and I just didn’t feel either turned on or comfortable. I like to feel charmed, not forced upon, no matter how trite this might appear.
The last straw was when he bent me backwards over the arm of one of the sofas and still no tea. Pulled up my top and told me he was in love with my nipple. I had to get out of there, there was something not right. So I asked him to take me home.
I should never have gone out with him, but I did trust my instinct and get home. I shudder to think how I might have felt if I didn’t. Always listen to your instincts no matter how into intimate dating you are.
