The Brunette Part 3


After date #2 it was agreed that date #3 was in her hands – I had paid both times and she had issue with that “You can’t keep covering the bill” she said at the end of date 2.  She also said she was free the following Sunday (two days later) but “not this late” which is normal for someone who actually has to get up early in the morning ( I am not part of that club).

The day after she texted me with the location, for brunch.  Daylight savings hit the night before and I physically watched my clock skip from 2am to 3am – and I’d have to be up by 9 to meet her at noon.

I think I got about 3 hours of sleep, but before I knew it I was greeting her on the street in-front of the brunch place.

Right away I could tell she was different.

The prior two dates she was very feminine and submissive – but now that she was in charge she took a very masculine and direct approach to things.  We sat and picked up where we left off two nights ago, but by the third date we still hadn’t cracked through each others surface.  It was still just small talk BS.  Anyone in a true relationship knows this – that moment when you peer into each others soul and speak to it – yet here we were still talking about home prices, traffic and animals.

She scarfed her food down in about 5 minutes – which led me to believe that she held off eating breakfast  which helped fuel her “difference” from before.  She was hangry.

After brunch we exited onto the chilly street and went to get tea.  She had already complained about the cold on our way to brunch, and she clearly wasn’t dressed for it, so I suggested we stay in the tea shop, grab a cozy seat and chat.  She was down, but there were no seats – so out onto the street we went.

Almost like it was a set-up, we ran into a couple she knew just as we exited the tea place.  I shook the guys hand and made small talk with the female.  As we left them she said “oh they are always trying to set me up with guys, I am going to get a text from them any minute”.  She indeed introduced me to them with gusto and I could tell she was showing off that she was with a guy.

We strolled around the block a few times and then decided to end the date.  We kissed as usual and both agreed to set something up for the next weekend, she said she’d text me.  Its Thursday and I’ve heard nothing.

I knew as I drove away from there that things were seriously off from before and knew in my gut that this fling was over.  My mistakes were going on date #3 just two days after date #2 (need a week between) and you also never go on day-time dates, especially  on something as important as a third date.  Dates are supposed to be at night-time, an opportunity for sex to happen – not a cold ass walk.

But the true issue here was running off attraction only and very little in common – it led things to sputter, spit and die out.  If we end up in communication again I’ll give it another go but the intention will be to crack the surface….


The Shape Shifter

30s dating

This was the first date back in action, we met on Match.  Her pics were good, she seemed really cool and after about a week of messaging we decided to meet up.

I drove over to her area on a Friday evening and awaited her arrival at the coffee joint.  This was actually the first time I’d arrived early and had to order for myself.  After about 10 minutes she showed – pretty face, but bigger hips and thighs than I had been expecting.  I like curves, but not chubby, pudgy, stocky, “a few extra pounds” or whatever else you might call it.  I am a slender guy myself, so this is just natural.  I am not looking to be like Kermit and Ms Piggy here either…

Anyways, I figured we’d have a coffee, probably grab a beer and that would be it.

We went to bar #1 which was way too loud and busy, so I asked if there were any around where we could play pool or video games.  There was, right across the street.

Drink, drinks…..more drinks

We’re making out in the middle of the semi-empty bar, like idiots.

I suggest going back to my car, we do.  More making out ensues, then we go into the back seat…no sex, but pretty much.  If you know what I mean.

Now I walk her back to her car “Are you going to at least ask me for my number” -oops, all the previous convo had been on the site alone.  So I do.

We text a few more times during the week and we decide to meet up again the next Friday.

I pull up to her place to pick her up, she invites me in, I go inside.


Who the F&%^* is this???

She looked way bigger, shapeless, way less stylish, not sexy at all and overall just…. Tired.

I mentally check-out right then – but we still went on our planned dinner date, which was quick and filled with awkward silences.  We then stopped at a bar for beer – not even that helped.

Oddly enough I think our female waitress had even figured it out, because when my date went to the washroom I motioned her to bring me the bill and the debit machine.  She brought that thing over quicker than a lightning bolt and quickly entered everything, while constantly looking over at the washroom door – almost like I was going to pay and then try for a hasty escape!  Ha!

No, I am not that shallow.

Then as I pull up to her place she invites me in for a beer, followed with “but you don’t have to”

I go in and she gives me a beer, before she curled up on the couch, certainly expecting part 2 of what went down on the back seat of the car.

Me to myself: I can’t do this.

I briefly explain to her that I am tired and should just hit the road – and I did after extremely awkward small talk while putting on my shoes and jacket.

Haven’t heard from her since, I am sure she got the message.

On another note I have a half dozen others already lined up, so we should have some decent content coming up.