Age: 28
Height: 5’10
Hair: Blonde
Method: She asked me
Advancement: The Politeness
This was by far one of the worst dates I’d ever been on. I went to a book reading at a bar with one of my female friends, one of the few other people I know actually interested in stuff like this…plus I just honestly wanted to get out of the apartment. Now I was aware this other girl, K, was around the city and been wanting to see me while she was in the area. I was all set to blow her off because I don’t like screwing friends over like that, but I got the go ahead from my friend. It’s been awhile since I had seen her, and barely remembered what she was like in person.
My first mistake was agreeing to see her. Mistake two quickly followed when we did some shots, left the bar…and proceeded to go to another bar. Before I know it, she’s had about two drinks too many, and I’m nursing my beer and planning my exit strategy, while still trying to remain polite. We exited the bar and next thing I know she starts kissing me. I had a few and didn’t back away as soon as I should, but what followed out over her overly lipsticked lips shocked me even more.
Want to go back to your place?
I know, I know it’s the stuff men supposedly dream of hearing. But not like this, not after one kiss and a pretty blasé hour or so together. It’s too much, too fast, and couldn’t be more of a turn off.
Immediately, I started my excuses and protesting of it not being the best idea. But she persisted. She somehow wore me down to agreeing before I off the cuff came up with an excuse involving taking my mom’s uncle to the hospital for some testing. I then proceeded to apologize profusely. It worked…but only by the skin of my teeth.
hahah unreal.