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 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.

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.

This particular blind date was more eager than most to get the ball rolling and I relented and agreed to meet him. Why, I don’t know, it seemed risky, but also exciting so I relented and agreed to meet him, so he picked me up at my home, which in retrospect was a bad idea.

He seemed to assume immediately that he could enter my space and this was freaky. We only went to a local restaurant, so that was good, I could still cut and run if I got too uncomfortable I thought.

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.

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”.

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.