Everything about sex on and off the phone

I have had more than my fair share of blind dates, but this one set off all kinds of warning bells in me, and initially I ignore them. But my better judgment got the upper hand and I called it off in time. Intimate dating and I, are you could say, intimate, but when he coul dn’t wait to get me home, I smelled a rat.

There was nothing really remarkable about my date with who I will describe forever after as octopus hands, but some really hectic warning bells went off in my head.

There was nothing unduly strange in the run-up to the day, I felt the guy was a bit “obvious”, but intimate dating was a means to an end for me after my divorce and I actually quite enjoyed the excitement of it all.

First it was a bad idea to have him pick me up at home, I should have met him under my own steam. This dude had his hands on me from the moment I stepped in his car – like he has known me for years? Intimate dating and intimacy is not an issue for me, I am not a prude, but I want a man to wait until I feel comfortable enough to invite him into my space.

He seemed to assume immediately that he could enter my space and this was freaky. We only went to a local restaurant, so that was good, I could still cut and run if I got too uncomfortable I thought.

He was intelligent, well read, a successful business man with a fantastic car he asked if we could go for tea after dinner, so I agreed.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt and we drove off in his car, but no matter how I tried to engage him in conversation, he didn’t seem able to get his hands out of my pants and kept unzipping my jeans.

We arrived in a nearby affluent suburb and I realized this guy was taking me home, to his home? So in I went – another bad idea. He had a nice home, but the moment he got me in the door he was fumbling with me and I just didn’t feel either turned on or comfortable. I like to feel charmed, not forced upon, no matter how trite this might appear.

The last straw was when he bent me backwards over the arm of one of the sofas and still no tea. Pulled up my top and told me he was in love with my nipple. I had to get out of there, there was something not right. So I asked him to take me home.

Then I asked him to take me home, I heaved a sigh of relief when he agreed, but he still didn’t get the message. I was trying to play it cool so I could get home un-violated. I should have trusted my first instincts with this guy, but I didn’t, fortunately I did get home in one piece, but I learned a valuable lesson about intimate dating.