An Introduction
I have been a single fish in the big blue sea for just over five years now. I’ve tried meeting men in bars, at singles mingles, dance classes, and have even created online dating profiles with two different sites. Through all of these endeavors I have acquired several interactions with men who, unfortunately, fell short of what I am looking for. These stories can not be kept to oneself and thus have been told and retold to all of my friends and every new friend that joins our circle. My friends have been telling me for awhile now that I need to write a book or document these stories in some way so that they can be shared with others and so that we can all return to them whenever we are in need of a good laugh.
Some of these tales are old, some are from yesterday, some are long, some are short, and some aren’t about men in particular but are conversations between the ladies! I’ll write them all as they come to me…
January 20, 2013
This time it might have been me...
After a bit he decided to go get another drink and said he'd be right back, he then turned towards me and gave me a hug, then a kiss on the cheek, then a kiss on the lips which became longer and longer. Then he left and said he's be right back.
The funny thing is is that I immediately felt a strong disappointment. It wasn't that it was a bad kiss it's just that it wasn't at all what I wanted. I wanted to sit and talk about music and traveling and continue to practice Spanish. I didn't want kissing and making out; and I knew that as soon as he returned that would be his expectation. Why is it that men these days just kiss women 1. without even asking (verbally or physically) and 2. before any form of relationship or connection is made. It just bothers me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't feel like having an awkward "no actually, I'd appreciate it if you didn't kiss me now" conversation and by conversation I mean yelling it at him and hoping he understood what I was saying over the loud rock music.
So... I left.
Yep I just got up and walked out and didn't look back. I felt awful but I really just needed to get away.
The extra sad part is that I had already given him my number and I got a voicemail from him as I was pulling in the driveway at home. Here is what I could make out through the loud rock music in the background
"Hello, this is Emilio. I looked for you all over the place and I can't find you. I hoped to stay in contact with you, and maybe we can talk again. Thank you, I love you, bye."
Ooops, I'm so terrible.