Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Space Invader

Editors note: A big thankyou to my blonde pal from Chicago for letting me repost
her bad date tale.

I just took a vicodin, so I apologize now if this post is jumbled, has typos and grammatical errors. If you have problems with post that are not perfectly
written, click your "go back" button now.
I went to a holiday one month ago. It was mostly doctors and attorneys who attended. Let me say this...I think most attorneys, doctors and airline
pilots have this god like complex. I said MOST, not all. So therefore I usually do not connect with men who have these occupations.They also tend to think that women are impressed with their profession and when they figure that I am not...they lose interest. Fine by me, I want someone who has substance and charisma. So at the party, I was miserable. I went with a friend and I stuck around for her. I ended up chatting with a doc and we shared a few laughs.I honestly do not remember much of what we said.I had gotten in from Europe the evening before, and I was severly jet-lagged. So we exchanged numbers and agreed to go out for a bite or a drink sometime. Since then he had called and texted me non-stop. He called me yesterday and invited me to go dinner at Pops Champagne. I was excited...it would be nice to see him and this was a restaurant I heard so much about and never been.I was really looking forward to this date. So I picked out a cute outfit, wore some beautiful pearls and I was ready to go. I get in his car...it was full of junk in the back and sort of smelled bad. Oh well...off we go. We get downtown near the Hancock and park in the building next to it.He then says that he chose to go this pub/restaurant
in the Drake which was a few blocks. I thought maybe we were going in for a drink. Nope, I was wrong. He wanted to have dinner there too. I was so disappointed. What happened to Pop's??? He did not say anything and I certainly wasn't going to ask. But I was disappointed. The wine was OK, the food was sort of shitty...but we had good conversation and shared a few more laughs.
I knew at this point there was no "love" connection on my part. He was so vanilla and a bit awkward. There just wasn't chemistry, but he seemed nice. While
sitting there after dinner, he comes and sits next to me on my side of the booth. He starts touching and playing with my hair. I kept pulling my head away and scooting away from him. You would think that this would signal STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR! But no, it doesn't. He keeps scooting after me. I finally asked him politely to stop playing with my hair. Then he questions me about it! Listen, I don't want you touching my hair! Don't you dare question me about it. Be respectful and have some manners! He finished his wine and said let's go. He does not allow me to finish my wine, nor does he ask me if I am ready to go. We get up and he walks right in front of me, though the door and does not hold it.The fucking thing almost shuts on me!
We get outside and he suggests we go for a drink in the Hancock. I told him that I was going to call it night and go home. He started to beg and plead...just
saying one drink, it's a beautiful view and so on. I caved. Up we go, we get seats against the wall. He of course sits on the bench right next to me. He tries to touch my leg, hold my hand, tries to pull me into him. ARGH! Stop fucking touching me! I did not send out any body language that invited him to touch me and hang on me. I tried to scoot, pull away, removed his hand from my leg. What part are you not getting??? The fastest way to chase a woman away is not respecting her wishes, pushing yourself on her and invading her personal space.
He starts telling me about how he likes to bake and makes a wonderful fruitcake and I have to try it.I really did not have much to say except I don't care
for fruitcake or sweets. Finally he drops the topic.He then proceeds to ask about my last relationship...when, where, how long and so on. I answer him...in Chicago, May-Nov. He said "Oh, a summer fling" and I said no. It was not a fling, it
was a relationship.Please do not undermind me and try to diminish what I say. You asked, I am answering.Oh and stop interrupting me when I am answering your stupid fucking questions.He proceeds to ask more about this gentleman I was in a
relationship with.It seemed he was comparing himself and getting jealous or something.I did not go on and on about the man.I gave simple, short answers that
did not contain TMI and were appropiate. Finally he drops that subject and we are ready to leave. He again steps right in front of me, like cutting me off.
In the elevator, he is trying to hug me and pull me into him again. ARGH! Get the fuck off of me!
We go outside and he grabs my hand and starts walking across the street. He then says let's go in here...It's in the front of the building where he parked. I can see a bar in the front and doorman on the other side for entry into the residence side. I thought he wanted to go to the bar. I said no thank you, I have had enough, I really want to go home. He got a little angry and started saying he lives there and we will not drink, I have some fruitcake for you to try and take home. I politely said no thank, I want to go home. He turns around and stomps off like a fucking two year old! He walks into the building and that was it! I am standing there like WTF??? I cannot believe a 47 year old man just reacted like this. I cannot believe he left me on the street in downtown Chicago at 12:30 am. What kind of a man does this? Clearly he has no class, no manners. I call his cell phone and leave him a message letting him know that he is a disrespectful, imcompetent jerk who possesses no dignity and no class, and under no circumstances are you to contact me, ever. I get in a cab and head
home. This fucker has the nerve to start shooting off whack-job texts! No apologies, just sorry wacky excuses. He wrote weird things like it wasn't going to work because he was moving back to CA. He also wrote things about the 4th grade...UGH! I never responded. I deleted the texts and his number and when I got home, I blocked his number. Seriously...this guy was so transparent. When he parked in the garage, he never said he lived there. He clearly decided he wanted to stay near his place and that's why the "change" in plans. He thought he could get me drunk and get me in his home.I may not be an academic type person, but I am certainly not stupid.I am very perceptive and there is not much that gets past me. I am always watching and listening...I don't miss a thing. Luckily for me, I don't like to get drunk and stupid and I keep my wits about me.I guess it's better to see someone behave like this on the first date. I rather they show their true colors now rather than finding out about their stalking tendencies in a few months.
What a fucking fruitcake!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kee-rist, this is a long story. You blew it by not asking what happened to the fancy restaurant, kiddo. Should put Mr. Vanilla on the spot right there -- made him justify the drop from a GREAT place to just someplace. Once you didn't, he knew he had a putz on his hands.

Live and learn, kiddo. If you plan to date dumb bells like this always take the offensive -- make them show why you should even bother with them.

Anonymous said...

let's remember that this account is heavily biased from only one point of view. sounds to me like you're one of those high maintanence chicks and you're prudish behavior did him a favor

!!!BUDGIECAM!!! said...
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Justin beiber said...

It sounds like she didn't want someone touching her without asking.

Prudish? Really??

Sounds like some people like to take their dating frustrations out on totally anonymous people sharing their stories on web forums. Um, maybe your frustrations not getting in women's pants are not this storyteller's problem?

Um, maybe it's okay not to want to be touched without warning by a first date? Um, yeah.