When invited to dinner for a second date by a nice, friendly, professional guy who I met online, I thought, well, what do I have to lose, right? Wrong!
It started off well. He made all the arrangements, kept me in the loop about timings and where to meet. When we met, he complimented me on my dress, we shared pleasant chit-chat over dinner, the ambience was great and I was excited about hitting the dance floor showing him some of my salsa moves. Then during dinner, after a few drinks – it came. He called me a bitch! Now I’ve been called some things on dates like ‘sweet’, 'funny’, ‘sexy’, but never ‘bitch’! He added it on the end of his sentences like “So, shall we order another bottle of wine…….biiittccchhh?!”
Excuse me? I said to myself. This is where I went wrong in hindsight. I giggled at first, going along with his strange humour and this may have encouraged him to continue. So more sentences followed by ‘biiiiitttccccch!’ at the end. Now, I really don’t think I look like the female dog kind!
The more he continued, the more I retracted and thought, please get me out of here. Just as I was about to make my escape, another strange behaviour trait appeared. He began to flick my head! Like how you might flick a bug away from your clothes; he was doing this on my head! And it hurt! “Ok, can you stop that, because it actually hurts”, I said.
“Oh, you poor princess!”, he said.
Princess is better than bitch, I thought.
A Princess Bitch! |
Oh hell no! I think this guy was sizing you up for some weird S&M stuff. And I got the impression he was a control freak as well. I normally don't believe in cutting a date short and walking out on a person but in this case you had every right too.
ReplyDeleteAnd to sneak the word in at the end of the sentience like that. Clearly testing the waters to see what he could get away with and how far you would let him go.
All I can say is...WOW!
Too right.....I should not have let him continue for so long.
ReplyDeleteOne good thing was paying for my cab home!