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!
I still have the feeling that this was a pretty narrow escape, why, I don’t know, simply instinct I suppose.
There was nothing unduly strange in the run-up to the day, I felt the guy was a bit “obvious”, but intimate dating was a means to an end for me after my divorce and I actually quite enjoyed the excitement of it all.
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.
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.
He was well read, intelligent, a businessman and he dabbled in creative writing in his spare time, much like me. But he walked me into the restaurant with his hands all over me and walked me out the same way, somehow I didn’t feel comfy. I thought I would give him the benefit of another half hour of my company when he suggested tea.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt and we drove off in his car, but no matter how I tried to engage him in conversation, he didn’t seem able to get his hands out of my pants and kept unzipping my jeans.
I asked where we were going and he told me for tea, so I went along with this. His home was beautiful, but the minute we got in the door, he didn’t go to put the kettle on, his hands were everywhere, unzipping my pants, up my top, but everywhere and I was trying not to be a prude, but it was becoming more and more difficult for me to cope.
The last straw was when he bent me backwards over the arm of one of the sofas and still no tea. Pulled up my top and told me he was in love with my nipple. I had to get out of there, there was something not right. So I asked him to 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.
