Stargazing?

SO...I had been talking to this guy, a real sweetie, Damian. We spent about three weeks talking with each other, through emails and text messages. He told me Happy Birthday on my birthday, and he even waited for me to get back from a trip I took for a few days. Well, after a lot of getting to know yous, and lighthearted jokes, we decided to go out on a date.

He wanted to take me to the beach at night, lay on a blanket, and look up at the stars with me. I found this so romantic because I love looking at the stars. As each day passed, I was getting more and more excited about our date! I was finally going to meet Damian! 

The night of the date finally arrived, and I went to meet him at his place. He showed me around and we played with his adorable kitty. We lost track of time talking, and by that time we knew the beach would be closed. What to do now?

We decided on a funny movie. I know, I know, movie on the first date = not good...but I figured we got sufficient talking in there so I agreed... Halfway through the movie we were making out, and this guy was going crazy over me! I was like, WHOA slow down there cowboy!

Well, I was a good girl and didn't let him get very far with me at all, but I on the other hand gave him pretty much what he wanted. I felt like slapping myself right after, but I thought, Oh well, this doesn't mean anything bad...

Or did it?

The next day he didn't talk to me as much as usual and blamed it on his super busy day at work. I knew he was a workaholic and had lots to do, but I got a weird vibe from him when he said that. Also, I had forgotten an earring at his place and I wanted it back. It was a present from my parents, white gold with sapphires, so I couldn't just leave it. The day after, he talked to me even less, but I needed that earring so I asked to go pick it up.

"Tonight?" he said. Gosh it wasn't like I was asking him to get out of his house and drop it off for me, I was going to make the trip; all he had to do was walk out for one minute and hand it to me.

When I got to his place, I had my window rolled down. He was coming at me from the left, but he made the point of walking right past the front of my car, all the way to the passenger side window, which I had to roll down. (Was that really necessary? Can you be MORE obvious that you want nothing to do with me?)

We attempted to carry a short meaningless conversation to relieve the tension, and finally I let out a sigh of relief when I drove away. This guy just used me like some regular toilet paper, and disposed me just as effortlessly. The perfect song that I believe illustrates EXACTLY what I went through with dear Damian is without a doubt "Almost Lover" by A Fine Frenzy: LISTEN TO THIS

Well forget him, I put him and his worthlessness behind me. I am moving on, going strong. And I know I will find someone who cares about me if I am patient.

OH, and I have a new rule now, which I didn't think I needed to enforce before, but apparently I do!

RULE#1: No going past 1st base on a first date!