Dates From Hell

Dates From Hell: I don't do that on a first date.

Welcome to my second day of bad dates... A while ago I was seeing someone the complete opposite of my type, trying to get out of the string of bad dates turns out, this was even worse.

I'm now in my early 20's, I'm confident and more worldly wise and I'm looking for an actual relationship, my last relationship was a disaster so I started to look at where I was going wrong, and realised that I had a 'type', so I went for someone who was the complete opposite of that type. Small, bookish but he had a sort of boyish charm about him, we had mutual friends and I pursued him.

When I set my sights on someone I nearly always get them - except for Robert Pattinson, but I still haven't given up on him ;-) - I put it down to the fact that I'm tenacious, I end up wearing them down.

So after just a couple of weeks we went on a date, and I was very excited for it, we'd been out with friends a couple of times and we had a spark, so I knew that this date would be fun.

We met at the local rock pub, one of my favourites and sat down, I shortly discovered that this was a mistake, when I looked around and saw all the good looking rock types around me I couldn't help but compare them to my date. I love rock guys and punk guys. After a while however, we started having fun and he was making me laugh.

Shortly the conversation took an emo turn, when he started telling me in detail about how his ex had wrecked his life and how depressed he'd been after it, the conversation made me so uncomfortable I excused myself to the ladies room. After reapplying my lipgloss, and checking my hair I walked back out into the pub and saw that a group of Rugby players had walked in. I adore rugby players. I had to squeeze through them in the now packed pub and I received several slaps to the bum and several loud catcalls. I rolled my eyes and smirked, it was typical of rugby players, I used to spend a lot of time with rugby players so i was used to their boisterous ways.

When I got back to the table I tried to turn the conversation to happier topics, and it worked thankfully and he reached across the table to take my hand, the rugby players saw this and wolf-whistled, I rolled my eyes and smirked and leaned in to make a joke.
He assumed I was leaning forward for another reason and kissed me.
The rugby players went nuts, but I ignored them, because the kiss had been a good one. I put a lot of stock into how a person kisses, and he kissed well.

The rugby players were starting to kill the mood a bit so I decided we should go elsewhere, we walked through the town hand in hand and ended up at his place.

We made out for a while, which was nice and then he started to get pushy, literally, he pushed me over the side of his sofa! I think he was going for passionate, there's nothing passionate about collapsing over the side of a sofa and sliding onto the floor, it's a total passion killer.

I picked myself off of the floor and looked at him wide-eyed.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I want you." He panted, literally panted, at me.
"It's our first date." I said raising my eyebrow, shocked at this display of boldness.
"So?" He asked, practically drooling.
"So, I don't do that on the first date." I stated.
He looked bewildered as if he couldn't believe I hadn't succumbed to his smooth moves.
"I'm going home." I stated and grabbed my stuff, he followed me.
"I'll walk you to the taxi rank." He said dejectedly and I rolled my eyes.
We walked in silence toward the taxi rank and there were three guys waiting there.
"Ok see you later." He said as soon as he spied them.
"Aren't you going to wait with me?" I asked him.
"Urm no, those guys, I know them, they don't like me. I'm going to go." And he wasn't kidding, he almost ran in his hurry to get away.
I was shocked, he was leaving me to stand at a dark taxi rank in the middle of the night with three male strangers.

I stood awkwardly off to the side, thankfully the guys didn't seem too drunk or sleazy so I just stood quietly, hoping not to draw attention to myself, after a short while a cab pulled up.

"Hey love, you take that one, don't want you standing out here alone." One of the guys shouted over to me. I looked at him thankfully.

"Thank you." I stated and got into the cab, thankful that at least one man was willing to make sure I wasn't abandoned and attacked tonight.

I got home to this text: Had a gr8 time 2nite, do it again 2moro?
I replied with a No, just no.