Yes readers, one sneaked through my selection process and it didn't end well. Our first interaction was through Match and she seemed intelligent, motivated, kind, and hot, but not OWTW hot. Her profile and initial round of notes indicated she was a special needs teacher. I'll fast forward through much of the intervening communication and provide the salient facts, since she's not really worth typing a great deal about. We got onto the topic of sex, she wanted it, I'm a master at talking dirty and creating images, we were going to meet last night for dinner and she'd come over and begin to explore her submissive side. I do love me some exploration. We both seemed to want a genuine relationship and I parroted her desires, in that aspect of our communication. I probably took it a bit further due to a combination of excitement over (seemingly) finding someone in Kansas worth dating.
At this point, I'll mention recognizing a few red flags pointing to a potential OWTW, including how her successful, and apparently fuck nuts, attorney husband had traded her in on a younger model.
The day before our date, she went a bit dark, cutting email down to a single note. I asked her if everything was okay, at which point she told me she thought I was pushing for something more serious than she wanted. I responded that I had no interest in jumping into anything. Her note made it clear she didn't accept what I'd told her. Perhaps if I'd mentioned that there's no way in hell I want to establish anything remotely resembling roots in fucking Kansas.
By the time our date rolled around, I knew there was no way she was coming home with me. She arrived decked out in designer clothing and admittedly, looked quite delicious. Dinner was full of vacuous conversation, where I learned she actually wasn't teaching, or working at all. She was dabbling and not happy with any of her teaching options. That one wasn't an immediate bell, because I was still determining whether I could get her in the sack. Sorry, I'm a guy after all. Dinner ended, with no conversation about her coming home with me, so I broached the topic. As expected, she declined, sticking to her story of my wanting to move too quickly and how she didn't want to hurt me. I commented that she had clearly made up her mind before coming to dinner, which she denied. I'll come back to that.
I made the mistake of asking something to the effect of why she came to dinner, knowing she wasn't going home with me. And she let me have it with everything she could think of: the rushing into a relationship, how she didn't like the phrasing I used in one of my notes, how I didn't apologize properly for something she felt I needed to apologize. She was put off that I couldn't come up with any sexual fantasies, when she asked (sorry, they're not really fantasies after they've been fulfilled). Then, she berated me for foisting fantasies onto her (except they weren't fantasies, but dirty things most other women enjoyed). She took issue with things I'd said that I never said; those had to have come from some other guy. On and on it went, with no end in sight. I've had women I'd been dating for months tell me off in a shorter amount of time than this woman I'd just met. She'd run through her list of transgressions, then circle back to the beginning, finding some new grievance to add for the next rotation. I've never experienced anything like this! I did everything I could think of to indicate the conversation was over, to gracefully make an exit. I did this twice, but she wasn't losing any steam, so I wound up doing something I've never done before. I got up and walked out on her, muttering something to the effect of 'have a nice life'.
It hit me later that all of these supposed transgressions occurred before we laid eyes on each other, so which only adds fuel to my previous query of why did she meet in the first place. What a truly horrible encounter.
As I'm sure you can tell, I'm still angered by the whole episode, but was able to perform a post mortem on the date and finally uncover her motive for coming to dinner; the only possible motive. She was still sexed up, from the dirty talk I'd been plying her with and was hoping I'd be more of a stud muffin than I appeared in my pictures. At that point, she would have likely forgotten the whole 'hurting others' thing and gone home with me. Transparent and shallow; not the things I look for in a woman.
And what pisses me off the most is I spent $30 on some fucking grapefruit flavored Absolut that she asked for me to have for her. It's not the money, mind you, but the reminder of the bitch every time I open the freezer. I sure as hell won't drink it. Anyone want a bottle of nasty vodka?
