My Blind Date From Hell Couldn’t Wait to Get Me Home – His Home
Posted on Jul 16 2010I 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.
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.
Fortunately the restaurant was not far, we walked in with his arm around my waist, and I was not comfortable, we walked out with his arm even further around my waist and I was still not comfortable. Something was wrong with this dude and I was giving him the benefit of the doubt.
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.
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.
Against my better judgment I went inside with him. His home was lovely, but his hands were everywhere, so I said. “you mentioned tea?”. This had no bearing on him, he just kept groping me, I like to be wooed not attacked!
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 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.
