Enchante
- chachacherry75
- Mar 14, 2022
- 2 min read
The dating life the last three months I've been back in the game is still as awful as ever. In fact, perhaps worse. Case in point - "The Frenchman."
The Frenchman could not be further away from my "type" (or one of my types). It was a definite stretch BUT he was attractive, older (54), charming. Our first date, we were to meet for only a drink. Instead, he took me out to a nice dinner, brought me flowers and chocolate, had a very expensive bottle of champagne on ice waiting for me. Well shit. I'm not used to this but hey let's go with it. The conversation flowed. He was very charming, very French. We kissed a little after the date. It was nice, a little aggressive for me.
I had mentioned I wanted to see a certain show at a theater that week and he said he would buy us tickets. He did. So the second date was set.
I was going into this unsure. He's realllllllllyyyyy not my type. But my sister said "don't fuck this up." He's nice, mature, charming, handsome, already treating me better than some men I dated for months,
And then the second date.
We met up for a quick drink before the show. Then headed over to the theater. WE. WERE. NOT. THERE. FOR. 10. MINUTES. When he lost me. TEN. FUCKING. MINUTES. Was all it took for his true colors to show. How you ask?
The Frenchman: So when are we going to have sex?
Cha Cha; Um, not tonight. Or anytime soon.
All night long, proceeded to ask me sexual questions which I tried to dodge and change the subject. Even if we were talking about something else, he found a way to bring it back to sex. EVEN when he noticed me blushing a few times and getting uncomfortable, he said I can see you are blushing. And I responded - yes, because I'm uncomfortable with this conversation. I even pointed out, we just met a week ago and this is only our second date. Well, apparently, the majority of women he dates sleep with him on the first or second date.
Well I think he got the hint over the next two days, where I was pretty unresponsive and curt. I basically ghosted him, which is NOT my style, but I felt this situation warranted it.
C'est la vie.
Holy bleeping cow. I have to say that warning lights started flashing by the second paragraph. What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. People. Like seriously? Did he actually think that by repeatedly asking you over and over, you would just relent? Uh, because, well, you know, everyone else does? That's like a brat child who always has to get their way and won't take no for an answer. He's the ultimate chivalrous chauvinist - i.e. a player. I'm sorry, much love to your sister, but "don't mess this up"? If you have to worry about "messing something up," it's really never going to work. Sure we all try to put our best foot forward, but if you feel like yo…