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Put It On His Tongue

It wasn’t a POF (Plenty Of Fish) date but it was my first date after breaking up with my fiance. Had only met him once, briefly. He was OK but I didn’t think there were any sparks. A mutual friend of ours insisted we should go out.

So we went to this nice quiet restaurant and I was really trying to get into him … had been broken up with my ex for nearly a year and was thinking the problem was me, that I compared everyone to my ex, etc. And he seemed like he was pretty into me. I was thinking maybe, yeah, maybe there could be something there …

But then he kept rolling and picking at his eyes. He said his contact lenses were dried out. One of my quirks is that I’m extremely squeamish and one of the body parts I’m MOST squeamish about are eyes. And he looked like a weirdo rolling his eyes and picking at them. But I told myself I was being too judgmental.

Then he dug one finger into his left eye and started moving the contact lens around on it. I’m thinking, “Even if I didn’t have a thing about eyes, this would probably qualify as a really uncouth thing to do at the dinner table.” I’m also thinking “If he doesn’t stop this and/or I don’t stop watching, I’m going to faint.” Because I faint easily when things freak me out.

Before I could resolve this conflict, he pulled/dragged/dug the contact lens out of his eye, put it on his tongue … and then started to put it back in his very bloodshot eye. This was apparently too much for me. I fell out of my chair in a dead faint.

Alarmed by the sight of me twitching unconscious on the floor, he apparently dropped and managed to lose his contact lens.

We never saw each other again. He told our mutual friend that he couldn’t imagine dating someone who fainted so easily.

WIN!

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.

Let’s Watch A Sunset!

Well, I have a worst pre-dating experience to add to this — one that just happened today. I had been talking with this man who contacted me, he was 3 years younger than me. After a couple of emails back and forth, we progressed to chatting on the phone. He seemed nice enough…and we agreed to touch base later in the week as to where we were going to meet. He was so set on meeting in an area near the Marina Del Rey, he wanted to try out this one restaurant, and insisted we go there. He said that if we couldn’t, then we could meet in Santa Monica, as he wanted to watch the sun set — he hadn’t been able to do much of that. It was always what he wanted to do.

He only suggested possibly meeting in Marina Del Rey after I stopped responding to his texts. To me, when someone is so insistent on meeting in an area, or offers up ideas, and is unwilling to listen to what you might have to suggest, that’s a red flag. It shows that they have no respect for you as a person, nor for your ideas/opinions/feelings.

Anyhow, after thinking about this, I just was not into meeting him any longer…I told him in a text (We were texting back and forth, discussing where to meet, or rather, he was telling me where he wanted to meet) that I didn’t feel comfortable with how things went when discussing where to meet, and that I’d have to decline meeting. I told him it was nice getting to know him. He then sent 5-6 texts basically saying things of a derogatory nature regarding my age, “Your as old as ‘f—‘, I was going to cancel anyway — I was just trying to see if you would budge — your only a couple years away from 40 — you better learn to give a little”.

Some people just can’t take rejection. Notice I misused “your” when I should have used “you’re”. That’s exactly how he phrased those texts. I wasn’t upset about it — his texts made me laugh. He’s only 3 years younger, he’s calling himself old. It’s no mystery why he doesn’t have a girlfriend. He has no clue how to treat women.

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…..

Meet My Ex & Mistress

Started talking to this guy via a mutual friend from Facebook. He told me he was divorced. We get to the restaurant, order our dinner and start drinking wine, where he proceeds to tell me that it’s a “War of the Roses” active divorce. He mentions that they separated 2 months prior and she filed. Said he had a mistress and it was made public and proceeded to excuse his infidelity by saying she gained weight after their daughter was born and didn’t make any attempts to loose it years later. Starts telling me about all the drama included with that, and the mistresses husband finding out, restraining orders, etc….then he shows me a PICTURE of his soon to be ex wife AND mistress on his phone!!! LOL! I’m sitting there, just downing my wine, hoping the food will come quick and we can just part our separate ways…LOL

Golden Shower

My first and only blind date was set up by a girlfriend of mine. She told me the guy was a nice, (read: not good looking) upcoming, young business man. After some coercion on her part, I agreed to call him. We arranged to meet at a lovely restaurant and the date went very well. I was really enjoying our conversation and he was a true gentleman so I accepted his offer to drive me home. As we got to my front door I asked him in so we could continue our discussion. However, I made it perfectly clear that it was not an invitation for sex. He seemed hurt that I would suggest such a thing, so I felt o.k. letting him in. Long story short, I switched from drinking wine to beer. We all know what that can do to a girl’s bladder. On my third trip to the restroom he said I should just hold it. I mentioned that I had indoor plumbing and would only be gone a few minutes. That’s when he suggested we get in my shower and I pee on him. Needless to say, I was speechless for a minute, but advised him I wasn’t into that sort of play and “my, look at how late it is.” As soon as he left I called my “friend” and asked her what the hell? She said, “Oh, did he mention that on the first date?” The skank KNEW. Nice guy or not, I wasn’t about to date him a second time and I put some distance between me and my friend.

-Tee

He’s a Spanker

My story starts well enough had just put up my first profile post divorce and to my surprise had many replies. One stood out right: age range, common interests, good banter on line, and by phone…he invited me to a lovely restaurant for dinner…with the excitement of a school girl I got ready for my first date…

Arrived at the meet and got a seat at the bar … he called and said he was running late would be there shortly… an hour later he showed up 3 sheets to the wind… (I know should have jumped ship but was still somewhat naive) we got a table and ordered after spending half the date on his cell and going outside to smoke (a fact omitted in his profile) he leaned across the table and while staring deeply into my eyes whispered I want to take you home and spank you.. Taken aback not having dated since my 20’s and never having run across a “spanker” before my arm shot up and I screamed check please… LOL He was not all bad. He quickly said, oh no, my treat!

What To Do When There Is No Spark

I am having some ethical dilemmas here. And I don’t know if I should be… I recently went out with a guy for our first date. He picked a really nice (and expensive) steak house. He offered to pay. All was fine. We had four or five phone conversations and we got along fine.

Then we met for our first date and BLAM! Within the first minute, I was 100% sure there was no spark. Instead of backing out, cause this restaurant was his favorite and he mentioned he was happy to just get out of the house, I went through with the date. I had a good time. He was funny and nice. And I felt like I should have paid for my half because there was no connection.

Is this something guys would appreciate women doing…if we are not into you, we offer to pay for our half of the meal? I’m pretty old fashioned, and if I liked the guy, his paying for the first date is nice. But, I felt really bad cause I knew it wasn’t going anywhere.

Don’t slam me…I’m just trying to find the higher ground here. What do you guys think?

-Cute_chica

Mr. Piano Man

My FIRST date was the strangest. I met a guy at a local restaurant for my first date that resulted from just a few days on POF. We planned on eating and had a drink while we waited for a table. He would ask me questions to get to know me and before I would finish my sentences, he would stop me so he could answer his own questions about himself. I mean, that’s ok but he actually **stopped me from talking instead of just interrupting. That was the first sign but I was trying to be objective. Before our table was ready, he asked if I would be interested in going to a nicer restaurant (since he met me and liked me). With me being very hungry and loving nice restaurants, I agreed.

We went in his car and he tried to impress me with music he had in his CD player. I asked him who it was but ** he didn’t know.

We went downtown to a very nice restaurant. He told me **he has rules. One was that I can never open the door for myself, that he will. (Ok, dude, do you have to say it?? Just freakin’ do it and don’t make an issue out of it). We start to walk to the restaurant and he tries to hold my hand. I’m like, dude, I just met you. His response, ** Well, I like you and I want to hold your hand. (oh, okay, who cares if I don’t want to hold yours, and btw, don’t forget to open the door for me).

We have a reserved table because “everybody knows me”. A u-shaped booth style, I sit down and he sits right next to me and puts his hand on my leg. **”Well, I know what I like and I like you”. Ok, dude, back the eff up is what I was thinking but I was polite and insisted that he lay off.

They gave me a menu and **he told the server that I didn’t need a menu and that he was ordering for me. Can you imagine the look on my face for a few seconds?? But I decided to go with it and said, “okay, I’m game”. He ordered a pork rib for me and I don’t eat pork. ** “Trust me, you are going to love it.” I don’t care how much $$ you put on the menu for pork, it still tastes like pork.

Here comes the dessert menu…there it goes. He orders that, too, along with a dessert wine. It comes and **he tells me how to eat the dessert. I’ve been eating dessert a long time and really didn’t require lessons, believe me. I really enjoyed the wine and asked him what the name of it was, **he said he would not tell me because he only wanted me to have it when I was with him.

After dinner we go to a small bar down the road and he uses the valet. **He tells me that if you tip a valet a lot of money, then they will have your car up front for you to leave quickly. No shyt, Sherlock. Just do it and don’t tell me about it.

He says, what would you like to drink…I say, since I have had a lot of wine, I should slow down with a beer. **He says “no”. No, really, dude, I’m on medication for epilepsy and I can’t be getting hammered. **He says “you’ll be fine”. He insists that I drink some crap sweet drink. He asked if I liked it. Uh, no, I hate it but I will slowly sip to make the pain of being on this date with you go away.

He grabs my hand (after **he takes my drink away, which I was starting to get used to and needed) and he leads me to the banquet rooms in the hotel of which this bar is. I was thinking, what the hell now?

He sits down to a piano and starts playing Piano Man. Ok, that’s cool. He was good. He asked me what I would like to hear and when I told him,** he said he had something better. Holy crap. Finally after 6 songs that I didn’t request, I tell him that I have to go soon because my oldest daughter is watching my younger ones and she was waiting on me to get home so she could go out with her friends. I felt bad for lying but I could tell he would have kept me out all night.

We leave because he wants to show me another place. It was a cool, chic bar with an awesome DJ but not a nightclub feel. More like a lounge. We walk in and **he says, I want people to know that I am with you. I was actually enjoying a beer finally and he wants to leave so he can show me another place. I’m like, noooo, this place is great. **He says, you are going to love the other place. I don’t finish my beer and he whisks me away.

Next stop, smoky bar, dark, laser lights (I’m epileptic, remember) and I felt like I was definitely overdressed, meaning I had clothes on that covered my body. Because “people know me here, too” he bought several people a shot. I refrained. And people did not know him. I finally insist on leaving because of the smoke but really because of him. He continuously tries to kiss me. Persistently. And I am a nice person that can handle herself but I was on the verge of saying “step back dude, how many times do I have to say it”.

He takes me to my car only after I promise to go out with him again. Okay, okay, I’ll go out with you again if you just let me get away from you. Now I know why people admit guilt during interrogation to a crime they didn’t commit. When I see my car, I am so happy. Whew! Opens my car door for me, of course, because I was following the rules and finally asked me for a kiss. I thought, okay, you really never know if you have chemistry until you kiss someone…… We do NOT have chemistry.

He texts me and says “text me when you get home”. I texted someone else. He texts me everyday for several days the same question “so, are we going out on another date?” You just came on too strong. I just started dating and I am not ready for that. He says, OK. and I never hear from him again. Thank goodness.

-gigi44

Same Side of the Booth

Okay, are you ready for this?…three dumb questions (in a row) that was asked by the same stupid s*** within the first 5 minutes of meeting him…this really takes the prize for dumbest questions(s) asked on a 1st date).

First, let me set the scene for you….he is waiting inside the restaurant for me…I was right on time….and as I arrive and try to flash my best smile cuz I know I am looking good that day. He says…

1. “Why are you wearing sunglasses, it’s not even sunny out?”
2. Do you think you are “Ms. Hollywood or something?”

And finally, after the first two insults, soon after the hostess seats us, he asks,

3. Can I kiss you?

ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH and even after I answered a resounding “no” to his last question, he still insisted on sitting on my side of the booth and planting one on my cheek when I clearly gave no sign of us having any chemistry.

-happilyhairafter