Once upon a time there was a woman. This woman tirelessly searched for her Prince Charming. This woman spent enough in online dating membership fees to feed a third world nation. This woman is wondering if the fairy tale will ever really come true.
Exhibit A: Dinner with Adam. We had a great time talking and laughing. He reached for the check. I offered, he pushed my hand away. He seemed kind, gentlemanly and sweet.
Looks can be deceiving.
After dinner, we took a little stroll and talked some more. He made a bit of an inappropriate innuendo, which, for the sake of the benefit of the doubt, I let slide. Red flags. Always pay attention to the red flags. We engaged in a kiss and we were doing just fine until his hand ended up somewhere I wished it hadn't. I'm not a shy person, but I think the element of surprise caused my reaction to come off a bit more demure than I wanted it to be. I passed it off and made a little joke, but moved that hand away. I thought I got my point across, but lo and behold...you guessed it: he went back for seconds.
Now I am surprised and pissed off.
So, I do the whole "look at the time" thing with my watch (thankfully I was wearing one) and made an excuse to get the holy hell outta there. Adam mentioned a second date and I quipped about how that may perhaps work (I was not being 100% honest with him or myself) if he could behave and watch his hands next time. His response: "Well, it'll be a second date, so it'll be ok then." Um, no.
With this comment I was now fuming. I'm no serial dater, but I'm no nun either. However, in my many years of dating I have never, ever encountered anything or anyone like this. He walks me to the valet, asks me to drive him to his car (which I foolishly do) and he kisses me on the cheek (sure...now he's a gentleman) and says he'll call me. Dude, don't bother.
But, in typical Julie fashion, I had to get a zinger in before he left my car. Maybe I wanted to ensure I never heard from him again. Maybe I wanted to piss him off like I was pissed off. Maybe both. Nevertheless, I notice something about his car and make mention that in my opinion, perhaps it's not the most manly man thing I've ever seen. Elude to the fact that your date is a homosexual? Yep, that should do it.
9.21.2009
9.07.2009
Digging Into The Archives
In my last post, I believe I referenced that dating can sometimes be a feast or famine proposition...downpour or drought. Again, I am certain you get the idea. But, since I am still pretty thirsty from this drought, I am digging into the archives to share one of my more interesting little anecdotes from my online dating shenanigans.
I have not typed this one out yet for all to read because I really want to keep this blog PG-13. So, I will let you put two and two together on this one and hope you come up with four.
Well over a year ago I met Greg. Not quite 30, lived in his parent's guest house and, oh yeah...had a fetish.
Dictionary.com (why would I walk all the way upstairs to get an actual dictionary when I can access one without moving an inch?) describes a fetish as the following:
1. an object regarded with awe as being the embodiment or habitation of a potent spirit or as having magical potency.
2. any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades.
3. Psychology. any object or nongenital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation.
Um, yeah, I am referring to # 3...start adding, people.
When Greg and I started hanging out, we had a blast. He was easy to talk to, super nice and funny. After a couple of weeks he came over to hang out and watch a movie. He asked me if I wanted a foot rub. I was impressed and totally pleasantly surprised! So, I got a heavenly foot rub while (almost) finishing the rest of the movie. Ahem.
You've heard that if something seems too good to be true, it usually is? Yup. Nothing's changed on that one, folks.
Greg and I continue to get to know one another better. He learns more about my childhood and how I made the transition from the corporate world into the teaching field. And I learn that he has a foot fetish. Say what?
Yep, Greg had a foot fetish. Between learning from him, the Internet and the solicited input of others, I found out exactly what that meant. I hope you are still doing your own adding here, people, because I am not going to (literally) spell it out for you.
No judgement whatsoever to Greg or those out there in the world with a fetish. To each their own..really and truly! I simply learned that I don't think the fetish thing is for me and my potential mate.
So, Greg and I eventually parted ways and I sit here many moons later to add this story to my "adventures." Some of you near and dear to me reading this may have a fetish (or two!) of your own...please don't throw garbage or heavy objects at me next time we cross paths. I love having you in my life...I just don't want to date you! :-)
I have not typed this one out yet for all to read because I really want to keep this blog PG-13. So, I will let you put two and two together on this one and hope you come up with four.
Well over a year ago I met Greg. Not quite 30, lived in his parent's guest house and, oh yeah...had a fetish.
Dictionary.com (why would I walk all the way upstairs to get an actual dictionary when I can access one without moving an inch?) describes a fetish as the following:
1. an object regarded with awe as being the embodiment or habitation of a potent spirit or as having magical potency.
2. any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades.
3. Psychology. any object or nongenital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation.
Um, yeah, I am referring to # 3...start adding, people.
When Greg and I started hanging out, we had a blast. He was easy to talk to, super nice and funny. After a couple of weeks he came over to hang out and watch a movie. He asked me if I wanted a foot rub. I was impressed and totally pleasantly surprised! So, I got a heavenly foot rub while (almost) finishing the rest of the movie. Ahem.
You've heard that if something seems too good to be true, it usually is? Yup. Nothing's changed on that one, folks.
Greg and I continue to get to know one another better. He learns more about my childhood and how I made the transition from the corporate world into the teaching field. And I learn that he has a foot fetish. Say what?
Yep, Greg had a foot fetish. Between learning from him, the Internet and the solicited input of others, I found out exactly what that meant. I hope you are still doing your own adding here, people, because I am not going to (literally) spell it out for you.
No judgement whatsoever to Greg or those out there in the world with a fetish. To each their own..really and truly! I simply learned that I don't think the fetish thing is for me and my potential mate.
So, Greg and I eventually parted ways and I sit here many moons later to add this story to my "adventures." Some of you near and dear to me reading this may have a fetish (or two!) of your own...please don't throw garbage or heavy objects at me next time we cross paths. I love having you in my life...I just don't want to date you! :-)
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