My Blind Date From Hell Couldn’t Wait to Get Me Home – His Home
Posted on Jul 16 2010I am no stranger to intimate dating and random acts of sex, but I had this one blind date one night who just couldn’t wait to get me home. I still feel really weird about this encounter even though it was years ago, and can’t help feeling I managed to escape more than just fondling. My every instinct told me I did the right thing when I cut and 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.
After my divorce I discovered the internet and adult dating sites, and I actually found these very effective. I had a busy job and two children and didn’t really get time to go out much. This guy was unusually eager to get together, but I held him off a bit and then relented and decided to meet.
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.
He seemed to assume immediately that he could enter my space and this was freaky. We only went to a local restaurant, so that was good, I could still cut and run if I got too uncomfortable I thought.
We had a lot in common; demanding, well-paid jobs; we both read a lot and wrote and were intelligent. This tells me you should be able to control your paws, but he was pawing me all the time. After dinner he suggested tea, I though “OK” tea in a public place is fine – another mistake!
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.
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.
I was not turned on and was beginning to feel a bit violated, and when he bent me backward of the arm of the sofa, pushed my bra up and started sucking my nipples, that was the last straw. I had to get out of there, so a just stood up and said “take me home”.
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.
