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.
I had met him on an “adult” site, we were both after all adults, and he was pushy about us having a blind date. I held him off for a while, but eventually thought what the heck – ok.
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.
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.
He was intelligent, well read, a successful business man with a fantastic car he asked if we could go for tea after dinner, so I agreed.
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.
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.
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”.
I still today believe I am fortunate, he did take me home, but I firmly believe that with intimate dating one should listen to their instincts and this time I did.