My Blind Date Just Couldn’t Wait to Get Home

I am no stranger to intimate dating and random acts of sex, but I had this one blind date one night who just couldn’t wait to get me home. I still feel really weird about this encounter even though it was years ago, and can’t help feeling I managed to escape more than just fondling. My every instinct told me I did the right thing when I cut and 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.

First it was a bad idea to have him pick me up at home, I should have met him under my own steam. This dude had his hands on me from the moment I stepped in his car – like he has known me for years? Intimate dating and intimacy is not an issue for me, I am not a prude, but I want a man to wait until I feel comfortable enough to invite him into my space.

I am not prudish, but this guy was freaky from the moment he picked me up, he was already trying to get his hands down my pants in the car on the way out to dinner. I am far from prudish, but I want to feel comfortable enough to invite a man into my space. He just assume this was where he should be and I was already feeling a little uncomfortable and out of my league.

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 were in his car again, he kept reaching over to unfasten my jeans, I kept distracting him with conversation and fastening up. He didn’t get the message! He couldn’t wait to get me home, to his home, and we pulled into a townhouse complex in an affluent suburb.

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”.

I still today believe I am fortunate, he did take me home, but I firmly believe that with intimate dating one should listen to their instincts and this time I did.