I’ll call this one “E”. E messages me and we talk for a few days. He’s very aggressive and wants to meet right away. We plan to meet at Starbucks, but then I’m feeling crappy so I cancel about an hour before. He takes that as me changing my mind and blowing him off. I beg to differ; I really felt like shit. I explain this and so we reschedule for Monday night. He’s nice enough and sweet so I keep talking to him and we decide to go out again on Friday. He picks a restaurant, then tells me when I’m deciding what to order that he already ate. Soooo, you’re just going to watch me eat?!?!?!!! Because that’s not weird… whatever, I’m hungry, so I ate and he sat there while I ate.
He invites me back to his place (his place is really just a room that he rents, but whatever). I say okay. We have sex (because hey, it’s been a while) and it is SO BAD. Like jackhammer guy from Sex and the City bad. He grabbed my boobs so hard, I had bruises!!! Also, he told me he loved me. Exact conversation:
E: I think I love you.
Me: No, you don’t.
E: I don’t?
Me: No, you just think you do.