I am going to let you in on a little-known fact about me. I have not really done that much dating in my life. My mother kept us busy during my high school days so I didn’t have time even if I was asked. I had the first failed attempt during my freshman year of college which led me to the classifieds, I wish I knew more about kink and what I wanted back then. I would have had less ghosting and let’s meet for vanilla sex experiences. I had given up practically when I met my husband through a friend group.
Later trying to date in the poly and kinky groups became more of the same hook-up culture. Let’s meet at this party and play or come over to my house and give me a blow job.
So, when I got the message that he wanted to take me out on an actual date, I wasn’t sure what to think.
I was even more nervous when he asked to take me downtown to some place fancy. As we were sitting at a private table, I was glad I did not know him too well. The wine and lack of knowledge made it easier for me to talk. He also had a way of asking good questions. We started with the usual niceties, but he guided me into a deeper conversation with ease. I can’t even describe how comfortable he made me feel. Pair that with the delicious food and wine he chose for me and I was in some type of dating heaven. I had never experienced anything like it and I didn’t want it to end.
I was very disappointed when the check came and I had to actually get up and walk out. He was such a gentleman I was afraid that this would be it and that he wasn’t really interested in continuing the night or even creating any type of connection. Then when he insisted on getting my Uber for me, I knew it was over.
What a disappointment. As I am sitting in the car, my mind wonders where it went wrong. I know it doesn’t have to be a specific thing, he just was not that attracted to me or found something that didn’t match what he was looking for. I just wish it was obvious. I was sitting here in a nice dress and pretty underwear that spent most of the night getting wet on the possibility of him. I thought I had felt that spark, that chemistry, that something special that made me think he was on the edge of tearing me apart. It was so confusing to see him walk away without even a kiss.
Well, at least my vibrator at home would get some action. As that thought crossed my mind, I looked up to see that I was nowhere near home. I did not recognize at all what part of town we were in. I do not think we drove that far from downtown, but the lights and the people on the streets were gone, replaced by dingy and boarded-up buildings.
The car began to slow, as my heart started speeding up. I tried to take deep breaths and calm myself. Making slow movements, I reached for my phone, only to find it was not there at all. What had happened to it?
As soon as we stopped, my car door opened in a flash, and hands lifted me out of the vehicle. I recognized his smell right away.
“Were you afraid I was done with you?”
“Yes, I was.”
Hands reached around my neck pulling me closer to him. His lips nibbled around my ear as he softly whispered,
“Never.”
Lisa Gray 