My Blind Date Just Couldn’t Wait to Get 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 were some very strange warning bells going off in my head, even though there seemed to be nothing unduly remarkable or strange in the run up to this blind date.

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.

Fortunately the restaurant was not far, we walked in with his arm around my waist, and I was not comfortable, we walked out with his arm even further around my waist and I was still not comfortable. Something was wrong with this dude and I was giving him the benefit of the doubt.

He was intelligent, well read, a successful business man with a fantastic car he asked if we could go for tea after dinner, so I agreed.

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.

We arrived in a nearby affluent suburb and I realized this guy was taking me home, to his home? So in I went – another bad idea. He had a nice home, but the moment he got me in the door he was fumbling with me and I just didn’t feel either turned on or comfortable. I like to feel charmed, not forced upon, no matter how trite this might appear.

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 should never have gone out with him, but I did trust my instinct and get home. I shudder to think how I might have felt if I didn’t. Always listen to your instincts no matter how into intimate dating you are.