Another Bad Pseudo-Date or two...
Jan. 13th, 2005 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamusedinatxI don't really classify this as a date...because it wasn't. It was just supposed to be coffee between two acquaintances. I felt I'd made that rather clear. I suppose hope springs eternal. We met at a Starbucks near the university. I'd finished the work I needed to do in the library and looked forward to a coffee. However, it was near lunch time and he suggested we go around the corner to a Vietnamese restaurant. I agreed.
We sat down, looked at the menu, ordered tea. Mind you we've been chatting back and forth this entire time. He's a nice enough guy, really, just not my type. I'm still making up my mind when he compliments me on my long, wavy hair. I thank him and smile and go back to the menu. Suddenly I hear:
"You know, you're gonna have to shave before I go down on you."
I glance up and my jaw is hanging open. RIGHT THERE, over a table, in a restaurant. Our tea arrives. I nearly poured it in his lap. After the waiter took our order and left. I looked him right in the eye and said "That's not a problem, because you're so not going there."
I made him pay for lunch. We've never gone out. I do still talk to him however, and he does sometimes ask me.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Flash forward: July 2004.
The roommate and I are going to a meet & greet with mutual friends. It's just a casual place with a karaoke machine. Our friend Morgie loves to sing and she has a nice voice. We're going so we can welcome Lacey back from the depths of Las Vegas Hell. There are a lot of folks; friends and acquaintances who want to welcome her back and wish her well. I haven't been out with this group of people in quite awhile, for my own reasons, even though I talk to them almost daily.
One guy is in his mid 50s. His name is Bruce and he's a very nice guy, funny online. He arrived that night because I said in the chat room I would be there. He wanted to meet me, that's fine. I spent the evening in conversation with friends new and old, telling stories, cracking jokes, having a drink, playing pool. At one point Morgie and I got up and sang a duet, dedicating it to Lace, "The Bitch is Back" by Elton John.
It was 2am and we were all doing hugs and goodbyes before the ride home. In his turn I reached up to hug Bruce good bye. I'm a person who enjoys touch and I will hug and lightly kiss any individual hello or goodbye once I know they're fine with that (I watch/listen closely for personal boundary issues). Bruce apparently isn't quite as adept in that. When I tried to give him a friendly peck, he frenched me.
BLECH!
I pulled back in surprise and stiffened up a bit and broke off physical contact. Me, Lace, Morgie and her babe, Bob, pile into the car and head toward home. I'm sitting in the backseat quietly listening as the other three talk about who they saw and what was said etc. I think it was Bob that asked me if I had a nice time. Surprising even myself, I wailed: "Bruce stuck his tongue in my mouth!" We all burst into laughter at that.
Bruce didn't realize I was partnered until he went back to read my profile. I then got the most apologetic email from him. Heartfelt and sincere. We're still casual friends and he is a very nice guy.
A few weeks later, Lace accepted a date from an older man, a car broker. She returned home later that evening with an odd look on her face. "How was your date?"
She told me it was sort of weird. He was a very nice guy, a gentleman, and while she is used to, and prefers dating older men, listening to him talk about his great-grandkids was weird. She pauses and then says "And as I was getting ready to get out of the car he gave me a Brucer!"
Poor Bruce, he's now synonymous with an overly intimate kiss--and he doesn't even know it.
We sat down, looked at the menu, ordered tea. Mind you we've been chatting back and forth this entire time. He's a nice enough guy, really, just not my type. I'm still making up my mind when he compliments me on my long, wavy hair. I thank him and smile and go back to the menu. Suddenly I hear:
"You know, you're gonna have to shave before I go down on you."
I glance up and my jaw is hanging open. RIGHT THERE, over a table, in a restaurant. Our tea arrives. I nearly poured it in his lap. After the waiter took our order and left. I looked him right in the eye and said "That's not a problem, because you're so not going there."
I made him pay for lunch. We've never gone out. I do still talk to him however, and he does sometimes ask me.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Flash forward: July 2004.
The roommate and I are going to a meet & greet with mutual friends. It's just a casual place with a karaoke machine. Our friend Morgie loves to sing and she has a nice voice. We're going so we can welcome Lacey back from the depths of Las Vegas Hell. There are a lot of folks; friends and acquaintances who want to welcome her back and wish her well. I haven't been out with this group of people in quite awhile, for my own reasons, even though I talk to them almost daily.
One guy is in his mid 50s. His name is Bruce and he's a very nice guy, funny online. He arrived that night because I said in the chat room I would be there. He wanted to meet me, that's fine. I spent the evening in conversation with friends new and old, telling stories, cracking jokes, having a drink, playing pool. At one point Morgie and I got up and sang a duet, dedicating it to Lace, "The Bitch is Back" by Elton John.
It was 2am and we were all doing hugs and goodbyes before the ride home. In his turn I reached up to hug Bruce good bye. I'm a person who enjoys touch and I will hug and lightly kiss any individual hello or goodbye once I know they're fine with that (I watch/listen closely for personal boundary issues). Bruce apparently isn't quite as adept in that. When I tried to give him a friendly peck, he frenched me.
BLECH!
I pulled back in surprise and stiffened up a bit and broke off physical contact. Me, Lace, Morgie and her babe, Bob, pile into the car and head toward home. I'm sitting in the backseat quietly listening as the other three talk about who they saw and what was said etc. I think it was Bob that asked me if I had a nice time. Surprising even myself, I wailed: "Bruce stuck his tongue in my mouth!" We all burst into laughter at that.
Bruce didn't realize I was partnered until he went back to read my profile. I then got the most apologetic email from him. Heartfelt and sincere. We're still casual friends and he is a very nice guy.
A few weeks later, Lace accepted a date from an older man, a car broker. She returned home later that evening with an odd look on her face. "How was your date?"
She told me it was sort of weird. He was a very nice guy, a gentleman, and while she is used to, and prefers dating older men, listening to him talk about his great-grandkids was weird. She pauses and then says "And as I was getting ready to get out of the car he gave me a Brucer!"
Poor Bruce, he's now synonymous with an overly intimate kiss--and he doesn't even know it.
