Many of you know that my love life is close to nonexistent. I've only really dated one guy and have limited experience in the bedroom. So you can imagine my surprise when I end up on a date and ten minutes in, this guy is pulling his pants down. Yes... from his waist down, he was completely naked.
For those of you who don't know, I have an online dating profile. Actually, I have two (different sites, not personalities). Judge all you want, but it's the 21st century and I have no shame in admitting it. I'm constantly talking to multiple guys, many of whom don't even get close to obtaining my phone number, but there's a select few that I get close to meeting. Sometimes I bail, sometimes they do, but on rare occasions, we both show up and end up on a date.
Here's the play-by-play of what happened this afternoon: I had been talking to this guy for a couple of days and it was starting to look like we were going to meet up. In my mind, and what his texts made it seem like, was that we were going to meet up, walk around the Third St. Promenade and possibly get lunch. What ended up happening was he picked me up, and drove directly to his house. A little caught off guard
If you haven't guessed already, I left soon after this happened and walked the 4 miles home.
To top it all off, guess who has another date planned for tonight? Let's hope this one can keep his pants on the whole time.
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