I mentioned last week in a quick post that I had a date. Mind you this is the first date I have gone on in two and a half years. It is also probably the first real date I've gone on in almost 5 years- one of those where you meet someone and he asks you to lunch or dinner, not one where you've been talking for weeks and hanging out in groups then you grab a meal just the two of you. To say I didn't know what to expect was a bit of an understatement.
For starters- I met this one in person! Kudos to me for being at work and not looking so homely that I scared off every guy in my plain black button down, hair in pony tail, and black slacks. Now, if I knew what kind of person he was maybe I would have hoped I had scared him off- kidding it wasn't quite that bad.... Anywho, I met him in person and he very
We flirted a bit through texts for a couple of days when he dropped the question that had been hanging above both our heads- would I like to get together sometime? Gulp. Now I immediately blew him off for that day, my only day off for the week, because I really did have stuff to get done. It is also kind of fun to see if they are interested enough to wait a few extra days, or just looking to get something quick (which clearly comes from all of my dating experience, right?). He was just as happy to wait until Monday as I was, so it was set. We were hanging out Monday night. This is where everything began to go wrong.
I agreed to meet him in Cape, which was wrong on my part because by golly he should have come to me, but there really is nothing to do in Anna, and with it being a small town I didn't want a useless date being seen with me. Monday rolls around and it gets to about 3 in the afternoon and I have to ask him what time we are meeting- now I don't know about you but if I wanted to go on a date with someone, and I was the one who had asked, I would probably be the one making the plans, no? Apparently he had other things on his mind because not only did he end up having to work late-which I can deal with, it gave me more time in the barn- he didn't plan anything for us to do. So at 6:45 I am leaving my house, not sure if I need to stop and grab dinner on my way, and headed to Cape. I get about halfway there when he finally answers my question about food by responding "well I could cook you dinner so I don't have to finish my food before you get here." Hold the phone! You are telling me to come to your house?!? But, it is free food and I am starving, plus I can beat a dude down if I need to, so why not?
I show up to this little house that sits in the middle of nowhere, where I have zero cell signal, and get out to be greeted by this adorable 6 week old puppy. I immediately hit the ground and get myself covered in puppy kisses, which I'm sure was really attractive, but I don't really give a care, because its a puppy! After pulling myself off the ground I make my way into his house and he has not even began cooking yet, ummm dude? Some people enjoy eating their dinner before breakfast the next morning. He then wants me to pick out a movie, and after I make him give me 3 choices I settle on James Bond. Just enough action without being scary at all, so no reason to cuddle, and nothing romantic, so one again no reason to cuddle. We get all set up for dinner and a show, when he looks at me and says "I have to ask you if I can do something before we eat."
I, the good little Christian that I am, (actually I'm laughing on the inside at another friend's past date experience) think that he is asking about praying. "Yes?" I respond. He leans forward and puts a hand on my knee. "I have to kiss you." HOLD THE PHONE!!! WHAT?! Now, I have been out of this scene for awhile, but since when is kissing before dinner protocol? I thought this was like, let me walk you to your door/car/buggy/whatever and tell you goodnight. Well, better before the garlic bread breath than after, right? It wouldn't have been so bad if this poor fellow was not the worst kisser in the history of kissers. I'm not even joking when I say that I think my teeth got knocked back into my head and it was like an urchin trying to latch onto a rock. I pull back,
Until I grab the dishes and head to the kitchen to wash them off, because I am not a rude houseguest. He follows me in there then walks up behind me, wraps his arms around my waste, and whispers in my ear "There is just something so sexy and sensual about a woman in the kitchen." Hold on Mother F****r- why don't you just say 'I want you to make me a sandwich' while you're at it?! I duck out of his arms and make a joke like "Well too bad this is the longest I've been in the kitchen in a long time!" and run back to the couch. I proceed to sit down against one arm of the couch, inviting him to sit at the other end, well clearly he did not learn about couch spacing etiquette becaiiuse he hits right down next to me.
After a few minutes and a couple of gay Daniel Craig jokes (ok the man is a sexy Britt, what can I say) he leans over and tries climbing on top of me and kissing me again. I wish I could say it got better from the first attempt, but no such luck. Shortly, as in before I can put a stop to just the kissing, he is grabbing things that are definitely permission only things to be grabbing and I throw him off of me, fuming and about to storm out. I glare at him and he, I kid you not, says:
"Why don't we make a deal? I will respect this (motions to my chest), and this (tries to put a finger in the waistband of my jeans) and you can do whatever you want to me." Ha, HA! Do people really think that this kind of thing works? I don't remember having 'EASY' or "Totally desperate" tatt'ed anywhere on my body, nice try bud.
"You're going to respect all of this even if I don't want to do anything to you," I reply coldly. Before he can respond his cell phone rings and I felt a little bad because his grandpa had a heart attack, not bad enough to sleep with him, mind you, but a little bad. In the meantime I am forming an excuse to have to leave, and thankfully when he comes back I can play right into his hand and leave without being a total bitch, since I was incapable of sending a 9-1-1 text to my escape unit.
He walks me to my car and I just know another terrible kiss is going to be coming, and sure enough he wraps his arms around me and knocks my teeth back into my head again. I pull back, smile and say I must get going, and duck into my car, slamming the door into his face. I did feel a bit bad that I was sending a text and laughing before I ever backed up out of the driveway, but I am 115% sure that I won't be seeing him again, so I'm not too worried about it.
Needless to say, this was enough to send me back into my little hole of focus, only now instead of it being horses and work it is horses and school. Not to say I won't try again, but getting focused for Richland has helped to keep my mind off of being alone in this crazy world. Hopefully the next time I try this it is with more of a traditional soul, because the whole grouping thing on the first date was a bit too much,
The best quote of this entire experience though came from my wonderful coach and second mother: She said that sometimes it is like horse shopping, you have to look at a couple in depth before the right one happens.
I love this advice, but to which I replied that this one wanted a test ride and I could tell from the jog that is was lame!
Gotta love horse humor :-) Until next time- I am currently all stocked up on energy drinks, a pot of coffee set to begin at 1:45am, and FEItv purchased so that I can blog on Eventing Nation in the morning while watching WEG dressage. Go USA!!!