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.
He collected me from my home – bad idea, I should have met him on my own recognizance. From the moment I got in the car, octopus hands, couldn’t keep his hand off me. I have no problem with intimacy or intimate dating, but I want to invite a man into my space, not have him assume that is where he should immediately be.
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.
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!
This mans hands were everywhere and not matter where I move them from they found another spot. I swear he had 4 pairs of arms and the hands to match, but I didn’t like this, especially when he pinned me down and started sucking my nipples.
Then I asked him to take me home, I heaved a sigh of relief when he agreed, but he still didn’t get the message. I was trying to play it cool so I could get home un-violated. I should have trusted my first instincts with this guy, but I didn’t, fortunately I did get home in one piece, but I learned a valuable lesson about intimate dating.
