So I go out with this guy, let's call him Jack Daniels. This date was still back in the beginning stages of my newly single life but also at the point where I was starting to get a little, ok a smidge, more picky. We had actually talked on the phone multiple times before I agreed to meet him. We met in public for drinks, as I would normally do. The date is going ok we have a lot of things in common, similar interests, etc but the problem was he really starts throwing them back, probably two drinks to my one. We went to a couple bars and between bars he is getting a little "handsie" between each, kissing me on the cheek a few times, holding on to my hips (you get the point). I was really attracted to him so I was enjoying the attention. So by the time we get to the next place he was clearly a little tipsy. Mid-convo he looks at me and says....wait on it.....
"Soooo are we going to fuck after this?"
.....crickets.....
.....crickets....
.....crickets.....
That awkward moment of crickets chirping was me pausing to let him pretend it was a joke. I totally didn't NEED to do that. But I thought, he has had a few, he probably is a horny drunk, I will give him that brief moment to recover from looking like a complete douche. And he never did. I gave my little "I-am-extremely-uncomfortable-right-now" giggle and say "Uhhhh, no". To which his reply was....wait on it again...
"You don't need to be such a prude."
And with that ladies and gentleman I said good night, thank you for the drinks...and left.
XOXO
