Date: May 9, 2008
Location: His House
Time: 9:30pm
Duration of date: ~6 hrs
Occupation: Restaurant/Artist
Age: 35

I’d actually been emailling this dude through FastCupid (his on the Onion Personals) since February. It started with talk of a game of truth or dare. We talked on the phone a few times. He was really sweet. Then he disappeared for a month. He had a family emergency. Then he popped up again and wanted to hang out.

Based on the fact that he was an artist and worked in a restaurant (and the dirty email and phone conversations) I figured that he would be a pretty easy NSA target.

So, I went to his house at 9:30 on a Friday (my first non-weeknight date). We talked. We drank some wine on his front porch out of Styrofoam cups (he just moved in). I could tell that he had had a head start in the drinking dept. I wasn’t sure how much though. He called me out for being uncomfortable around him. He asked why I couldn’t look him in the eye.

We talked about tattoos. When I said that I didn’t have any, he said that he would draw one for me and he traced the place on my arm where he thought it should go. A little spooky but I fell for it. We went inside. We danced in the living room. We ended up on the couch and we sat and talked with his head in my lap. We laughed at the many drunk phone calls that M made to me that night.

We ended up making out on the couch. All of a sudden, he’s telling me that I am beautiful. Anyways, we talk some more then I end up on his bed (clothes still on, I am not Megan). We listen to music and continue making out. Things progress, we fooled around a bit, I somehow ended up topless and we debated having sex. He said that he wasn’t goingto have sex with me. (part of me trusted him, part of me didn’t). He actually kept his word.

Then things got a little weird. In between the fooling around, he told me that he was starting to fall for me. He held me and we end up spooning and I almost fell asleep there. Then I told him that I needed to go home. I needed to sleep in my bed. He told me that I should stay and fall asleep with him. It was late and I shouldn’t drive home (no worries, I was sober). He told me to call or text him when I got home. (this was around 4am).

Part of me wanted to stay. Its been over a year since anyone has paid that kind of attention to me. Part of me wanted to run the hell out of there and never come back. I ended up leaving (I made sure that I didn’t leave anything there).

He sent me 2 text messages the next day. The first said good morning. The second was sent an hour later with a “?” I guess he was hoping that I would call. I told him last night that I was busy this weekend. I blew him off today. I am not sure if/when I will call back.

I am mildly attracted to him. I have a feeling the sex would be good. But I don’t see him getting along with my friends or anything long term. So far, only the grad student seems to fit that description.

I wasn’t sure what do do about this dude. M thought that he may be the scary stalker type. The Arab said to run away. Keely said to give the guy a second chance.