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Breast Feeding

Went on a first date with a woman from POF (Plenty of Fish), about two years ago. Drove an hour and a half to meet her. We had talked via email, phone calls, texts for about two weeks before we decided to meet, and actually talked the morning of our first meeting, and confirmed our date, which gave her ample time to set me up for what I was in store for.

So I get to the restaurant, which wasn’t five stars, but wasn’t a dive either. Nice place for a first date, I had made reservations for two. I got there a little early, so was at the bar waiting for her to show up. So she shows up in tow with her two young daughters, a 3 yr old and an 16 month old, so there went the table for two, had to wait an hour to get another table that could accommodate two high chairs. And that isn’t even the best part, half way through dinner, she proceeds to start breast feeding the youngest right there in front of me at the table. Not that that big deal, nor did I really care, the only thing that got me is she wasn’t planning on getting a sitter, she could of told me and I would have picked a more appropriate place to meet. Oh well, live and learn.

Smacked My Butt

Talked with someone several times online….emails, IMs & phone. We agree to meet at a restaurant *in the middle* a half hour from our homes. He gave me half a hug when he exited his vehicle, which was friendly. At dinner I felt rushed, and although he was friendly and polite with the servers, he complained a lot about the meal (overdone, whatever).

We leave and stand at our vehicles for a few minutes, with conversation being awkward. We didn’t do too much talking over dinner either. I suggested he talk while I finished my meal, but he refused.

After 10 or so minutes of uneasiness I suggested a short drive, so we went through a local park and stopped to walk along one of the paths (this is a busy park, by the way). While we were walking, we smacks my a$$ – not hard, but enough. I quickly turned and told him that wasn’t *proper*. He then made a joke that if he knew he would get into trouble he would have squeezed a little too.

I tried to let these things roll off my back, so we talked in the vehicle 10 minutes or so until he said he had to be up early and was tired (this was 8 pm). He gets up before 5am, so I didn’t think much of it. He asked for a hug which was fine. He told me to call him when I arrived home. We had a couple other messages back & forth that week.

We made plans for a lunch *date* when I was going to be in town on business a few days from then. I didn’t get my work completed so I couldn’t go unprepared. I sent him an IM the night before to tell him I wasn’t going to be in town the next day. No response. Still haven’t received any contact other than him calling and not leaving a message. I don’t plan on contacting him, either. BTW, said he canceled his profile, but *someone had taken it over* and given it an obscene user name and added other rude and crude things to the profile. So I question that he deleted it at all.

I’m glad that I canceled the lunch meeting, as I look back at things. However, I am perplexed by him smacking my behind. Do you all think I should have ended the *date* there? Is that acceptable behavior for a man over 40 years of age? Sheesh…..

No Kiss At Climax?

I once went hiking on a blind date. I repeat, hiking. We spent close to three hours hoofing it up the side of a mountain (half of which he spent making fun of my inability to keep up with him, the expert hiker). Once we reached the top he went in for the kiss which by that point I had no interest in. After dodging it and being polite about declining he proceeded to tell me how insecure I was and how I was afraid of commitment. What a keeper. Needless to say, after a silent car ride home I gladly never saw or contacted him again. The e-mail the next day from him with a grim, “I don’t think we really hit it off” was definitely a fun read, too.

Starbucks Surveillance

Actually I do have a story similar to this. It happened the first and only time I agreed to meet someone I “met” on POF (Plenty of Fish) online without seeing a picture of them first. We had emailed back and forth and talked on the phone prior to meeting and decided to meet at Starbucks over a coffee.

We arranged a time to meet and discussed what each of us would be wearing so we could recognize each other. I went there did not see anyone who matched her description but did see a woman who looked her age and body type height waiting in a corner. I hung around for about 20 min while I had a coffee and did not see her so I left figuring I had been stood up.

I phoned her after the meet and she said she had chickened out on the meet. I did not bother to communicate with her further. Some months later I noticed her profile on POF again this time with pictures. I turned out that she was the lady in the corner of Starbucks in disguise. To me that is just weird behavior for a woman in her 50’s. I kind of felt like I was under surveillance.

The Vest

I had a first date with this guy. I myself, showered, blow dried my hair, make-up, high heels, nice, clean pressed dress – very smart. Met my date in a pub. He was wearing dirty old jeans – scruffy black boots and wait for it – A VEST! (with his dinner dribbled down the front of it) I left very quickly. He e-mailed me later and said he didn’t understand how I knew we were not suitable?

2 Large Rubber Plants

We emailed and chatted for several weeks. We agreed to a meet, at a local restaurant for dinner. I arrived 20 minutes early, so went to the bar for a drink. As I sat there and waited, I noticed a woman, at the entrance to the bar, there were 2 large rubber plants on either side of the entrance, she was hiding behind one of those peeking out. I realized it was my date, she looked exactly like her picture.

I proceeded to wait a few minutes, then approached her. She informed me, that she wasn’t sure she could trust me. So I explained I would finish my drink, if she choose to join me, great! If not I would leave. I went back and finished my drink over the next 10 minutes, then paid my bill, and left. She was still lurking behind the plant as I strolled out and never said a word! WEIRD!!

Nose to Nose

I agreed to meet this man after several emails and phone calls. I thought I was in for a fun-filled evening due to our numerous conversations and the common interests and laughter we shared.

Boy was I in for a surprise!! He did not look anything like his pics, I was thinking to myself when he got out of the car “Who is this guy??? He’s too old to be only 45, and where are those 6 pack abs he bragged about and what’s going on with this Elvis-do he’s got going on”. He did drive up in his red mustang though, that’s the only thing he didn’t lie about. I suffered through dinner (kept thinking he’d grow more handsome with each beer I drank) Nope, didn’t happen!!! We were finishing up our meal and he looks at me and says “You know, you would look prettier if you had longer hair and you are a little too chubby for my taste.” I was dumbfounded and speechless for a fleeting second but recovered quickly. I jumped up knocking over my beer, darn shame, threw my napkin down and got right in his face, nose to nose, and told him he was no prize himself.

I threw my portion of the bill down and stormed out of there, he’s hot on my heels professing how much he really likes me and how much we had a connection!!! Hello??? The whole restaurant grew quiet as he’s chasing me out into the parking lot. He then stood in the way of my car door and I had to physically move his overweight butt outta my way. On the way home he’s calling my cell and leaving me numerous voicemails, saying he thinks he’s in love. He bothered me online and on the phone for a few weeks, I had to change my number and get a different user name. I had myself a bona fide stalker.

Needless to say I closed my profile from that site. I know you think I’m making this up, but if by chance you were having dinner that night back in September of 2004 at the Avon “Texas Roadhouse” in Indiana then you might have seen the show.

-Michelle625

I Look Like My Brother

Guy walks up to my table at the coffee shop and I was thinking he was just saying hello because I was looking to see if the person walking in was the person I was waiting for. JOKES ON ME, it was the guy who was saying hello to me at the table. I got up and said, you have got to be kidding me, and left. Get home and check email to find a “the pics are of my brother and I thought if you saw my pics you would not meet me” HE WOULD HAVE WON THAT BET! wth

Cone of Silence

I can remember a “date from hell” awhile back where there was this pause in the conversation as we were driving where neither person had anything to say. So I’m just sitting there quietly driving along and she’s like: “Boy you sure are quiet. Not like in the emails.”

Hey, sometimes I don’t have anything to say. When I write emails it’s because I have something to talk about. Anyway, that AWKWARD little moment lasted a few minutes and pretty much guaranteed the unsuccessful end of that date.

Anybody else run into this situation?

Sometimes I find that I’m all talked out after weeks and weeks of emails. By the time I meet the girl (in person) there’s nothing left to talk about?

-techguy

Terror on the Terrace

Met a woman online, emailed and chatted on the phone, set up a dinner date. We met, sat out on the terrace and had a great dinner and conversation. As we finished coffee the waiter came and took the check. As he left, she smiled and leaned over the table and said “my place or yours?” I was kinda like a deer in the headlights. Stupidly I said “Gee I thought we’d get to know each other better before we got to that”, I’m not a first date sex kinda guy. The terrace had filled up with about 25 people at 10 or 12 tables around us. She now changed her expression and stood up and said in a loud voice “WHAT?? I am not good enough to GO TO BED WITH?!?!” Of course everyone turned to look at me, and I wanted to crawl under the table.

The waiter returned with the receipt, and while she ranted on, I quickly signed it and fled, with her still yelling behind me. Needless to say, I never returned to that restaurant for dates. Maybe it was the food or just the atmosphere, crazy huh?

OyVay…