So he invited me out to dinner at Ninja NY on St. Patrck's Day of all days. Sushi on an Irish Catholic Holy Day? Um Ok.
It was expensive, flashy, very theatrical. Completely over the top. I almost felt like telling him stop trying to buy me, this doesn't impress me just be you. But I didn't. Dinner was fun and amazing once I got past three different people jumping out at me during the entrance. I probably should have warned him that I am not a big fan of being attacked or any simulation there of (that would have saved me some grief at he end of the date also, I will explain later). But the food was amazing and once I was able to calm down and regain composure, I felt ok for the most part. I actually began to enjoy his company.
Then he wanted to go for a walk by the water. It was not a pleasureful slow stroll. I felt like I had to constantly keep up. Heels on the Manhattan pavement were not ideal walking shoes or situation for a first date. I should have ended the date there. I knew emotionally he would feel defeated and crushed and I liked him. I hated the way he kissed me but he was nice over all. He so wanted to make me happy. He was so wanting to impress me with almost a childlike cuteness.
So I agreed to go back to his place to watch a movie. This was mistake number one (try to keep up because we both make several of them over the next few hours). Once we got there he thought he had emotionally manipulated me into watching The 25th Hour. I honestly was just giving him free reign to see where things would go. Most of the time I am so in control and I honestly wanted to give him enough control to see if he was honorable and considerate.
The movie was actually pretty good from what I remember in between him trying to stick his tongue down my throat and his cock in my pussy. Yeah he was that kind of guy. "Come on baby you know you want it, no one has to know it's just us here," kind of slime bag. He even used those lines as well. I almost wanted to check to see if there was a hidden camera because I felt like I was in a bad porn movie. I honestly felt bad. He spent more on dinner then most guys I had fucked carelessly for free just because I was horny and they were available.
I figured if he is this desperate I should give in. Well that was mistake number two on my part. I saw the stream of condoms he pulled out and thought in the back of my head, this guy is a player. Hardcore. No man buys that many condoms unless he is anticipating using them and Patrick knew his game and he played it well.
He was good only because he has a large cock. Thick, longish but not so long that I can taste him in the back of my throat while he fucks me kind of long. He didn't last more then seven minutes (yeah I timed it) but that was ok because I honestly just wanted him off of me so I could go home. I know it sounds horrible but I felt almost attacked. It was very uncomfortable and I just wanted an easy drama free exit. Needless to say I left there not feeling very safe. What made matters worse was I missed my bus and had to take an alternative home. I tried calling him and he didn't answer. I have never felt so alone in the world.
I never expected to hear from him again. But he kept up the rouse long enough for a second date. This was mistake number three. Because of his efforts I began to rethink his player status. Maybe he was just a misguided dork with no real experience with women. I mean judging by his crassness and his inability to kiss properly maybe I had it all wrong. Maybe he is one of the good guys who hasn't gotten laid much and get his ques from online porn?
All I knew was I was still dating other men and looking because I wasn't sure about him. He was military but he showed no respect or honor the first night we met. He had no patience even though he is supposed to be in the medical field. And all of his behaviors were such a conundrum from what I am used to with men. I think the confusion fueled a curiosity inside of me.
With my back ground in psychology and behavioral modification and analysis, most of the time I am able to predict people flawlessly, he was more difficult then most. His words and actions were contradictory. I can only attribute it to his own background in psych training. Honestly though I do not think he will ever pass the exam process to enable him to practice medicine. He shows obvious pathological tendencies.
The second date went ok. I was in control the entire time, I did what I wanted and nothing more or less.
I shared with him some of my personal information. He was supposed to come out to NJ for the third date which never happened.
This is still a mystery. He said it was school but I know it wasn't due to the fact that he hit on a girlfriend of mine on the dating site we are all on. God men are so stupid sometimes. Why lie?
If it were just me he could have said that. It would have been the mature thing to do. I would have taken it better then being lied to. Lying make me a bit insane if only because the lies my family forced me to keep as a child that caused a great deal of pain.
I think it is because he knew I was seeing other people but he never gave me the chance to commit. He never asked the question probably because he was afraid of the answer.
It reminds me of why I prefer younger men. They are modifiable. Less scared and scarred.
Now that there is almost nothing left, I keep thinking to myself - had we both met younger when we were both less jaded might things have been different? No he would still be pathological in nature and misogynistic.
I am just curious because of my natural disposition to want to know answers to questions.
I don't really care because in the mess and mix of all this, a new suitor as presented himself. He is extremely respectful and kind and amazing. I am really looking forward to getting to know him. Best part about him is he takes his time. There is no doubt about that. I need that. I need to be handled with kid gloves and compassion.
So all in all he pulled a hit and run, fucking Ninja. LMAO I have to laugh because regardless of his intentions to "fuck me" he actually provided me with better options in several areas of my life through his actions.
"Karma is a bitch indeed, so when we practice to deceive, the cunt in her will lower her cleave and bring the perjurer to bend his knee." Jayme Lin Rose Luzzi
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