How I chose my first date is still a mystery to me. There was nothing scientific about it, it just sort of happened. One minute we were talking, the next, we were making plans to meet.
Now, if you are a friend of mine, you might find the rest of this TMI (even though I don't plan to give THAT much detail here), so if you are one of those people, just stop now so we don't have any awkward moments the next time we see each other. Oh who am I kidding, if you are one of MY friends, you'll keep reading just so you can inconveniently bring this up and remind me of it.
My first encounter was with a guy named Nick. Decent looking guy that seemed harmless. He was here visiting his sister for a few weeks and was just looking for someone to hang out with while on vacation. I figured that would be easy enough and since he didn't live here, he'd be long gone in a few days. In talking about where to meet, he asked if there was any place to get ice cream around where I lived. Since we were meeting late, I didn't think anything of it and thought it was pretty sweet. When he showed up at my door to pick me up, he looked just like his photo and was very polite. We went for ice cream and were able to strike up some good conversation. He had been on POF for a while an wasn't looking for anything serious. Granted, he lived out of state, but that was his MO. We hit all the normal topics, work, family, and friends and it was going pretty well. After that, we headed back to my house and continued to get to know each other. Now, not that I had planned for anything to happen with this guy, you can't help but have that thought in the back of your mind. He was a nice guy that didn't seem crazy, so when he kissed me, I was completely okay with it.....at first....until I stated to feel like I was making out with a 13 year old. Poor guy just really only knew one type of kiss and it got old REALLY fast! But then things started to get interesting....nothing like making out with a guy and have him stop you to tell you that he is a virgin.
HOW THE HELL DID I GET THE 31 YEAR OLD VIRGIN ON MY FIRST GO 'ROUND?
It honestly stopped me dead in my tracks - I had no idea what to say. I haven't encountered a virgin since I was 18 years old! Not that I am judging the guy - more power to him - I just was shocked. So at that point, since I knew it wasn't going any farther (which yes, I know was probably for the best anyway), all I could think about was getting this terrible kisser out of my house. Thankfully he wasn't planning to overstay his welcome and it ended without me having to make up some excuse to get him to leave. Sweet guy, but just not for me.
Of course, after he left, I pulled his profile up. And there, staring me dead in the face, was the one red flag on his profile that I overlooked. When asked if he was a drinker, it said NO. Damn...I should have known!
So the first encounter went without anyone being unscathed and I had nothing to regret this morning. I'm sure there are worse situations to run into on any date, but I know from here on out, I am making sure that question is marked YES.
I guess that means it's back to chatting......
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