LOL Shannon!
I was taken to Taco Bell. We were in our 30's and both of us made plenty of money plus he still lived at home with no expenses. Taco Bell for god's sake. Plus he wouldn't hold my hand. Cheap and won't hold my hand....byeeeeeee
@Shannon:
Love that: can't stop laughing!!!!!
After my second marriage, circa 2008 or 2009, I had a one night stand that was intellectually stimulating until we got into bed. He elbowed me in the face and I flew off the bed. Luckily he was in from out-of-town and I don't have to see him on the street on a regular basis.
Come to think of it, I think that moment has had a huge influence in my sex/relationships life.
It's hard to date-date in a small place like this.
I posted THIS memory on FB yesterday (written by me in 2000): http://www.nnsl.com/frames/newspapers/2000-10/oct13_00sex.html
A local responded:
"once knew a couple who finally left Yk after they went to a large Old Town party and realized that between them, they'd slept with every person in the house"
Sigh. That's my life.
I would rather a talented captain with a dinghy than a fool with a yacht any day. 😉
Though . . . Accomplished captain with a yacht? Game effing on!!
I'll take a yacht. It can be docked, for all I care, as long as it doesn't have barnacles all over it. Anyway.
He couldnt find the restaurant I suggested. Maybe if he could stop talking long enough to listen to directions, he would have gotten it. Drunk and high when he did show up. Picked his teeth. Touched my food. Had on work boots and a faded Hawiian shirt, which was missing a button on his beer belly. Wouldn't let me get a word in the conversation (merc conj Pluto)
Seriously, I feel bad even writing all this about him, cause I do feel bad for the guy. But not bad enough to ever want to see him again.
On our first date, this one guy went to take me bowling but the place was closed earlier than expected. So we sat in his car in the car park for three hours straight, while he talked without pause about his interests, his life, his deepest fears, his hopes and dreams, his near death experience, his aunties beach house which he would take me to someday, his favourite sexual positions....
In hindsight it should have ended then, but he was such a nice guy I accepted a second date out of pity. Where he proceeded to attack my mouth like he was a dog and somebody hid a Schmacko down my throat.