Date from hellYou can all rest easy now. I have fixed the typo in the previous post. On to other news. I had a date on Sunday afternoon. Not a typical date day to be sure, but this was no typical date. At least not for me. There was no alcohol, no sex. There was mention of sex, but I did not partake which surely shows how far I've come in the last few years. Anyhoo, here's what happened.We went to the symphony. He showed up in jeans and a baseball cap. People tend to not dress up for Sunday shows, but still it's the damn symphony. The paramedics came to take a lady away during intermission. After intermission, he fell asleep. We went for coffee afterwards. He tried to force hazelnut foulness on me. The girl behind the counter finally just gave me the black coffee I requested after I refused the hazelnut stuff several times. There were balloons tied to chairs at several tables. We sat at a table with no balloons. We drank our drinks and talked a little. I sat my cup down on the table and rested my hand on the tabletop. He grabbed my hand, licked my wrist (near the bracelet of fortune) and said I tasted like bubblegum. Alrighty then. I wiped my wrist on my leg.Shortly after that, he took a fork and popped a balloon at the table next to us causing several people to jump and me to say "What the hell" fairly loudly. He says, "I'm allergic to latex." Okay. I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong. He leans in and says "Do you like the little animals?" What?? "The last girl I was seeing was in P.E.T.A and wouldn't use animal skin condoms. That was a problem for us." Sure. There are other condom options, Trojan Supra for instance, but I really didn't want to go into that with him. I said "You won't have that problem with me." "Really" he says. "I won't be having sex with you" I said. Date over.What is it about me that makes guys think it's okay to say things like that? posted by Beth 8:13 PM . . .
