I have had more than my fair share of blind dates, but this one set off all kinds of warning bells in me, and initially I ignore them. But my better judgment got the upper hand and I called it off in time. Intimate dating and I, are you could say, intimate, but when he coul dn’t wait to get me home, I smelled a rat.
I still have the feeling that this was a pretty narrow escape, why, I don’t know, simply instinct I suppose.
There was nothing unduly strange in the run-up to the day, I felt the guy was a bit “obvious”, but intimate dating was a means to an end for me after my divorce and I actually quite enjoyed the excitement of it all.
This particular blind date was more eager than most to get the ball rolling and I relented and agreed to meet him. Why, I don’t know, it seemed risky, but also exciting so I relented and agreed to meet him, so he picked me up at my home, which in retrospect was a bad idea.
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 intelligent, well read, a successful business man with a fantastic car he asked if we could go for tea after dinner, so I agreed.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt and we drove off in his car, but no matter how I tried to engage him in conversation, he didn’t seem able to get his hands out of my pants and kept unzipping my jeans.
I asked where we were going and he told me for tea, so I went along with this. His home was beautiful, but the minute we got in the door, he didn’t go to put the kettle on, his hands were everywhere, unzipping my pants, up my top, but everywhere and I was trying not to be a prude, but it was becoming more and more difficult for me to cope.
This mans hands were everywhere and not matter where I move them from they found another spot. I swear he had 4 pairs of arms and the hands to match, but I didn’t like this, especially when he pinned me down and started sucking my nipples.
I still today believe I am fortunate, he did take me home, but I firmly believe that with intimate dating one should listen to their instincts and this time I did.
