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 done my fair share of intimate dating , in fact when meeting men online became the way to meet men I took to it like a duck to water. I have only every had one really bad experience and this wasn’t so bad really, just incredibly pushy and when my blind date just couldn’t wait to get home, I have to be honest, I actually wanted to run!

There was nothing really remarkable about my date with who I will describe forever after as octopus hands, but some really hectic warning bells went off in my head.

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!

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.

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.

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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