Yeah.
I suck.
So I'd been talking to this guy online, and he only lives a little over an hour away. We decided to meet up for dinner tonight. I drove to meet him, and then I got into his car so we could continue on together (BIG mistake).
Dinner was very uncomfortable. We had nothing in common, and he talked about his ex-girlfriend for most of the time. I couldn't wait to get out of there. We got into his car and started to leave. We had talked previously about doing more stuff after, but I told him it would be better if he just drove me back to my car. Then he asked me why I hadn't tried to touch or rub him at all during dinner. I thought it was an odd thing to ask, so I just looked at him funny. Then he said, "Are you not into that?" I said, "Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not." Then he asked me if I wanted to go somewhere to have sex. I said, "Fuck you!" and reached to unlock the door to get out. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him and put his foot on the gas and was yelling at me to stop it. I kept yelling, "Fuck you!" and I managed to get out of his grip and get the car door open. I jumped out and took off running as fast as I could. I was pretty close to where I work, so I ran there and called Dad to come pick me up.
Poor Dad. I was so hysterical when I called him that he couldn't understand what I was saying...but he knew it was bad. He told me I have to be more careful because, "I'm too old for this...you're gonna give me a heart attack."
I feel like the only guy I can trust right now is my dad.
On the bright side, the salad I had was really good.
I suck.
So I'd been talking to this guy online, and he only lives a little over an hour away. We decided to meet up for dinner tonight. I drove to meet him, and then I got into his car so we could continue on together (BIG mistake).
Dinner was very uncomfortable. We had nothing in common, and he talked about his ex-girlfriend for most of the time. I couldn't wait to get out of there. We got into his car and started to leave. We had talked previously about doing more stuff after, but I told him it would be better if he just drove me back to my car. Then he asked me why I hadn't tried to touch or rub him at all during dinner. I thought it was an odd thing to ask, so I just looked at him funny. Then he said, "Are you not into that?" I said, "Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not." Then he asked me if I wanted to go somewhere to have sex. I said, "Fuck you!" and reached to unlock the door to get out. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him and put his foot on the gas and was yelling at me to stop it. I kept yelling, "Fuck you!" and I managed to get out of his grip and get the car door open. I jumped out and took off running as fast as I could. I was pretty close to where I work, so I ran there and called Dad to come pick me up.
Poor Dad. I was so hysterical when I called him that he couldn't understand what I was saying...but he knew it was bad. He told me I have to be more careful because, "I'm too old for this...you're gonna give me a heart attack."
I feel like the only guy I can trust right now is my dad.
On the bright side, the salad I had was really good.