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Saturday 7 January 2012

I'm back!!!

I'm back and oh boy am I back with a good one.
Thursday night was my first date in a while and part of me wishes I hadn't bothered.

The Guy - We met online, same old story. I wasn't attracted to him but something about his message intrigued me in to replying. The more we talked the more we got on and although I still wasn't sure I was attracted to him there was definitely an intellectual connection as well as a matched sense of humour.

The Date - After cancelling on him twice I decided to accept an invite over to his for pizza. A nice simple relaxing night with a friend to get to know him a little more. That is what I was telling myself anyway.
He picked me up in his Christmas present, a rented BMW with heated leather seats. He let me choose dinner, and what we watched on TV. Everything was going perfectly. We talked for ages about everything but it soon came to my attention he was laughing at everything I said. I could of said I had work the next day, he would laugh. I don't like yellow, he would laugh. And once I had realised he was doing it, it just began to annoy me. Then he did what no man should do if they have received no hints what so ever, He asked for a kiss. I politely declined. So he grabbed my head, forced it to face him and planted a hairy, sloppy, vile kiss on me. I wanted to cry. He then asked if he could put his arm around me, once again I declined, once again I was forced. This carried on for a while before I decided enough was enough. I developed a severe pain in my hip and suddenly became uncontrollably tired. I got back in the penis extension... I mean car, and went home. Of course I wasn't allowed out the car without two more forced kisses (I actually screwed my face up, talk about not taking a hint) I have never been so grateful to see my front door.

The Result - No, No, No, No, No. I am still so upset even thinking about the forcefulness he used on me I didn't think about it at the time, but what if he had wanted more? When did no stop meaning no? He really was convinced I wanted to kiss him and my refusal was some kind of cute game. Any sort of connection we may of had, as friends or otherwise, was totally ruined by the fact he was actually a bit of a creep.

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