My Blind Date From Hell Couldn’t Wait to Get Me Home – His Home

16 Jul 10

My Blind Date From Hell Couldn’t Wait to Get Me Home – His Home

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.

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.

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 drove into one of the more affluent suburbs of our city and I though he was taking me to a hotel lounge or something for tea. When we pulled up at a complex of townhouses, I realized my blind date couldn’t wait to get me home – to his home.

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!

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”.

Then I asked him to take me home, I heaved a sigh of relief when he agreed, but he still didn’t get the message. I was trying to play it cool so I could get home un-violated. I should have trusted my first instincts with this guy, but I didn’t, fortunately I did get home in one piece, but I learned a valuable lesson about intimate dating.

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