Mr Nineteen had a bit of an ego, I think (based on his profile and the first phone call)…but I needed a date like this for my own ego purposes but…… ultimately it was just too much! Our contact started on a Sunday when he asked me to call him—we had a very short, uneventful and fairly boring conversation where he just talked about himself and how he was going to buy a condo in cash (note to men: DON’T do this–the women who respond to it are not the women you want to be with!). Anyway, after thinking about it, I was going to text him the next day and cancel and before I could, he called me to apologize. Apparently he was watching football with a buddy and drinking and he really didn’t even remember some of our conversation (men: don’t call/take a call if you were drinking–first contact deserves full attention) and wanted to finish talking to me. I actually felt better after that phone call and we made plans to meet on Fri at a very nice bar for drinks.
I took out my killer little black dress for this one–it’s simple, but I think it looks great and it makes me feel like I look great! Well, I should have taken it down a notch for this one because I think I overwhelmed him–our drinks hadn’t even arrived yet and he was asking me for the next date..over and over! Did I want dinner? Where? A USC football game? A Chargers game? Anywhere I wanted to go (perhaps I should have said home??) And yes, I appreciate being told you like the way I look but hearing how hot I am every 5 min just negates it (men: give one compliment and make it genuine and then STOP) And smooth he was not…one exchange: Him: You’re really 52? You don’t have any wrinkles…well, just a few! OMG What do I say to that? He went to the bathroom and I was texting my friend K “help me…”
He wanted to go to dinner after our drinks but I had absolutely no interest in extending this evening so I made up an excuse that I needed to get home for my daughter. He insisted on walking me to my car, at which time he took my hand to lead me out of the bar and held my hand while we were walking-I guess I need to get better about not doing things I don’t want to do! (one of my lessons, I guess!) While waiting for the elevator, he asked for a kiss on the cheek–figuring what could it hurt, I did it. Then he asked for another on his lips (and while you think I would have stopped there–idiot me figured a peck wouldn’t hurt) and he open-lip kissed me–blech!! All I could think about on the way home was washing out my lips with bleach! I still get queasy thinking about it!
Within the first hour home, I sent him an e-mail telling him I wasn’t interested in a second date and (surprisingly) got a very nice response thanking me for the date and telling me he understood. Hopefully his Saturday, Sunday or Monday date (made sure I knew all the women he had lined up )after me go better for him
Lessons learned:
1. If someone doesn’t pay attention on the first phone call, it’s not a good sign!
2. Save your hot dress for someone who deserves it! As a companion to this, it is actually possible to have someone tell you that you are hot too many times (who knew?)
3. Don’t let anyone invade your personal space (unless you want them to–wait until number seventeen lol)
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