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How Not to Meet Me
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How Not to Meet Me Despite my best efforts to narrow down the field and only meet quality guys, last night was proof that things can go bad despite my best efforts. I received a request from a man to have lunch at a sushi bar and then go bowling; a winning combination in my book. Yea! We set a time for Friday at 1:00PM at a local casino that has both sushi and bowling; he’s cute, in great shape, and I was excited! This was going to be good! I cancelled a couple of work commitments and went shopping for a new dress, deciding I wanted to look my best. I guess I should mention that “Mr. Great” was coming all the way from Dallas, he’s a pilot so maybe not that big of deal, but still…. 10:38AM – He can’t get here by 1:00 it will be more like 3:45. Darn! Cut him some slack he’s coming a long ways, maybe the planes delayed? Oh well more time to shop for that dress! 1:48PM – Text: I’ll be there at 4:45. ??? Okay he’s flying, probably doesn’t have that much control over the timing. What to do with the extra time? Should have kept those meetings with . Oh well… Guess I’ll grab some lunch. More shopping. Finally! Found it! A cute little yellow summer dress (temperatures in the mid 70’s here), which is just long enough to hide my bottom but short enough to ride up seductively if I want it to. I’m not planning to wear panties. 4:30PM – Text: Him: Just landed. Me: Where are you staying? Him: I don’t have a room yet. Me: How about staying at the casino (where we will eat and bowl)? I had just checked the rooms and they weren’t expensive, and really it makes sense from a time perspective. Right? I mean he’s 5 hours late! 6:00PM – Text: Him: I got a room at the (different casino). Him: Come over here. Hmmm….? I’ve had a cocktail and I don’t drink and drive (ever!). What the hell, cut him some slack, I can take Uber as easy as he can, right? Me: Where should I meet you? Him: My room. Me: No. Him: Just kidding, in the lobby. Me: Okay I’ll meet you at the lobby bar. Arrange for Uber, $20 and head for the lobby at the new casino. Traffics bad, but that’s the usual in Vegas on a Friday night and it’s only a few miles. 30 minutes later I’m at the lobby bar (breaking my rule against meeting at a bar”). Hmmm….? Where is he? Not at the bar yet? Okay I’ll have a cocktail. 15 minutes- jeez how long does it take to come down from your room (It’s been 45 minutes since I left the original meeting place)? 30 minutes later. Ahhh! Finally! We have an hour of really good conversation, he’s smart, he’s cute and I’m thinking maybe cutting him some slack was okay. We decide to walk around; we’re definitely on a path to the bedroom. Him: I need to go check on my room. Me: ?? Ok…? Me: I’m hungry. I’d like to get something to eat (since it’s now almost 8 p.m. and I’m starving). 20 minutes later: Me: Where are you? Him: 1492, come up, I’m naked. Me: No come down I need to eat something. 20 minutes later: I’m done eating. It’s 9 pm, I’ve spent the whole day by myself. I had a lunch date and ate by myself. I then had a dinner date, but again ate by myself. Now I’m sitting at bar waiting for a guy who either thinks people like waiting for him or perhaps only thinks about himself. What are you thinking girl? It’s time to go home. Call Uber, $28 to my house. I’ll have to get a friend to take me to my car in the morning. Now the good part: First he realizes that maybe he hasn’t exactly conducted himself as a gentleman, (probably more likely it dawns on him, he’s not going to get laid) and his real inner person begins to show. His texts start coming fast and furious: Him: slut, Him: bitch, Him: , Him: cunt, Him: asshole (insert 30 more here). Wait it gets better, after calling me all of these names in separate texts: Him: don’t leave, Him: I’m a nice guy, Him: why are you leaving, Him: I thought we were getting along. Over 100 texts in the next 30 minutes. Time to block him…., Crap the phone won’t block him! Turn off my phone. Finally! I’m home. I can go to sleep. When I wake up this morning there are 54 texts and 27 voicemails. I was lucky I left when I did. |
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fuuuuuck there is something wrong with men who can't respect women
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Wow - yes, you are luck that you left. Glad that you are safe.
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love the wild as story
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Sounds like he's an asshole.
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What a jerk... I might suggest seeking a local for best results...
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What a fucking idiot!!!! Yet, he probably walks around with a bitter attitude against women. His text messages spoke volumes about what a pathetic little bitch that he is.
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Wow. That sucks! You showed a tremendous amount of patience, hoping things would turn out well. We hope you find some true gentlemen to show you a nice time!
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Your day & evening sure was a mess...some guys are total jerk-offs I have an idea...you know that cute little yellow sundress...leave it at home for another time...a pair of shorts would be more appropriate for a hike...I don't know where you haven't hike but how about show me your favorite! James
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The thing that really stands out to me is that you never once outed the guy if he was from TSmeet. Many women would have said stay away from this guy, but I am sure you know as the rest of us respectful true men know he will out himself soon enough. You showed great patience more then most women would or should have to. If that ever happens again get a hold of me and I would love to buy you dinner, but sorry not a good bowler so you have to spot me some pins.
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2/29/2016 1:35 pm |
Sounds like you had one hell of a jerk and I am only sorry you wasted so much time with him
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First, he should have been punctual. Second, he should have cared about your needs. If he wanted you, no matter your needs, then he's the asshole.
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6/7/2016 4:01 pm |
The dirty little secret in all of this is that there's a common thread to many of the screw ups on here and on other dating sites. That is that what they really like is going to the edge of engagement. It adds sizzle to their masturbation session. It comes in the form of just some emails, and even taking it as far as the "too complicated life" to be on time and follow through. Some of this has to do with first time jitters which affect a lot of guys. Much easier when they just jack it. It performs every time. I often suggest to women that first dates they should suggest mutual masturbation or even solo and watch. They are surprised what an ice breaker it is and takes the stress off performing. Most guys do it a few times a day but do have trouble with anxiety the first time. That's why even though they lead you on to believe they "only want sex" it's not always the case. Some of them think the tawdry boldness will leave them magically erect through the conversations and into the woman's vagina. Other's believe their screwballness either gives the an out or puts them in "stud" perception. But the key reason I believe aside from all the anxiety is economics. Yes, financial and economics of time. Think about your experiences with sexual encounters and those couple of minutes after ejaculation. Major pre-talk of love and desire dissipates. The need for companionship sinks. The desire to be back in the comfort of their routine grows. That could be TV and some chips. Wearing some stupid T-shirt and shorts. It could be just the comfort of being not responsible to anyone else or the awkwardness of the morning after. And it's the economy of the financial. Masturbation, while not providing human contact does offer benefits. Quick, easy, no food bill, no driving, no post-sexual agonizing. But the human contact issue is strong and can be tamed in varying degrees. Printed porn. Look at photos, have a rub, done. Video porn, gets to hear voices watch emotion, but in the end it does lack a personal touch. Email and contact on websites, lots of photos, some videos, someone actually giving them one to one attention, rub it, done. Nothing spent except the membership fee. Texting and not following through, offers real proof that someone was going to do it with you, flaking saves you many of the financial and post-sexual discomforts. My point of all this is that men go to weird and elaborate corners to get laid. Women on some dating sites are obsessed with reminding men they will not give it up "until they're sure." And then after a month of calls, dates, sharing, they find out they did it and the calls, dates and sharing fade. Women then accuse the men of "only wanting one thing." But that's just not true but it's okay with men because it keeps their reputation as a "sexual being" intact. What the truth is the guys would rather leave the woman feeling that they, the woman, might "not be enough" for them, when in fact the opposite is true. The guy knows that he can't keep it going in a positive direction. He has no confidence in being able to satisfy her, bring her to orgasm, extend the daily sessions beyond six minutes, be creative in making it fantastical and fun, and dealing of course with the economics financially of it and of time. They're ready to do it all over again with someone else or go back to a few months of cheap masturbation. One of the reasons I believe the mutual masturbation thing may be right for many first dates or sexual encounters is because it can be construed as naughty, it's safe, it's kinky, it takes all the pressure off and allows a true dynamic to come alive that would otherwise be hidden due to the stressful nature of dating and sex. It creates a comfort level which can carry over to an openness about financial concerns and honesty. en are good at masturbation, even the ones that might suck at sex. BUT, a good mutual masturbation partner can lead a guy on the road to pretty good sex partner as well. I don't think any of the men haven't had one of the dilemmas I mentioned at some point. But to keep their frail psyches going is the utmost important thing to them. They all want to be thought of as the last stop on the road to Studville. I have many more thoughts, but if you read this longwinded essay I'm hoping you see some of my points. It may be a source or just the fuse to light some of the thought that helps absolve women from being mystified and men from realizing it's okay to have anxiety, a woman can help us all with it or you can just realize they don't need to be unwitting pawns in your elaborate scheme to just stroke it for a couple of minutes. And by the way, that mutual masturbation stuff is a great way for women to help men suffering fro pre-mature ejaculation. They should encourage the men to slow down before climax so "they can catch up" or stop the guy from ejaculating a few times before finally allowing it to rip. It is fun that way, more exciting, more communicative and it cures anxious, performance based shortcomings. And the last thing is the mutual masturbation thing gets the size issue out of the way. Not that any of this has to do with me (I swear it doesn't) but I have, when erect, a nice looking well-proportioned 7 1/2 inch cock, that I stretch and stretch and jelk and jelk trying for those 8 inches and while I'm sure it happens from time to time, for the sake of argument it is 7 1/2 when all is right (cock size will vary based on erection quality as you all know), but my point is, and it's always given me great anxiety that I have a very small flaccid or un-erect cock. I'm what they call a "grower, not a show-er." Well, a lot of times men think a woman is expecting this scary monster to pop out of the shorts. And knowing it might need a little psychology at any given time or some stroking or visual (I'm a staunch believer in mental not visual, but another post). This is the worst feeling at times when you think you have a nice cock but it looks like you just did a lap in the pool. Anyway, sometimes the thought of going somewhere in the car or sitting at a restaurant or standing in a park talking about how you're both dying to "have at YOURSELVES" with a little mutual self-flipping can let you control your "junk" inside "behind the curtain" before you get the show started. Actually it's the foreplay part of the show. I love looking at pussy inside of panties as much as nude. I think women love watching cock grow under the cotton (okay some of you guys are doing spandex) as well. I have to run. Thanks for reading. Sorry the date thing sucked. You're a sexy lady. I always like stopping by and looking at you. Men are jackoffs sometimes because of issues. Woman knowing more about them might help eliminate this happening. Keep stroking guys. It's sex with someone you love I hope and while not my personal favorite pastime, it's the cheapest date in town.
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