My friends and I still laugh about this and we even have a nickname for this guy that's not appropriate for the forum....
My ex and I were separated and in divorce proceedings and after months of deep sadness and mourning, I decided that maybe I was ready to start dating again. My friend at work wanted to fix me up with this utterly drop dead gorgeous man she is friends with (I had seen him a few times before because he is a vendor for our company and comes in occasionally to meet with someone here). I mean, this guy is sooo gorgeous, Iíd have to say he is probably the best looking person I had ever seen in real life. So anyway, my friend mentions it to him and apparently heís noticed me and thinks Iím hot too so she gives him my phone number. He calls the next day and we talk for a while and agree that he will pick me up for a date that Saturday. He seems really nice and normal, though I had heard some pretty wild stories about him from my friend. Whatever, I have a bit of a wild side myself so I figure I can handle it.
On Saturday evening he arrives at the appointed time, looking absolutely beautiful. We went to a really nice place for dinner and had a great time. Conversation is flowing, weíre flirting, itís all going so well that we even go to the bar for another drink after dinner. When he drops me off, we kiss and it was great. He calls me a few days later and asks if I want to go out again that weekend and of course I say yes.
So he comes to pick me up and as Iím inviting him in, my doggie makes a run for it. Well, thereís no catching this dog if heís not ready to be caught and since this wasnít the first time he had escaped, I knew the only thing to do was to wait until he comes home. I call the police and let them know about it in case anyone finds him and calls it in.
We were planning to go to a blues club, but I couldnít leave with the doggie missing so I ask if he minds if we just stay at my house. Heís very apologetic about what happened and of course its fine if we stay here. So we were having a really nice time chatting, listening to music and sipping wine. At one point we started kissing, JUST KISSING, mind you, everyone is fully clothed, we didnít even go to second base. All of a sudden, literally out of nowhere, he takes out his you-know-what and starts, um, pleasuring himself. I seriously almost died. I didnít know what to do. I just sort of sat there for a bit trying to comprehend what was happening. Finally I said ďIím sorry, Iím really not comfortable with this.Ē To his credit he stopped immediately, but then acted as though nothing happened. I was so mortified and I didnít know what to say after that. So I told him I was tired and it was time for bed and thanks so much for coming over. He called me for a few weeks after that and I did talk to him a few times but I never agreed to go out with him again.