Natalia went on a date with a man who couldn’t keep his hands off her.
I finally did what I said I’d never do – I created my profile on Tinder. I was so worried about it. I worried about my ex boyfriends seeing me there, I worried about rejection. What if nobody liked me? The usual panic. But I was pleasantly surprised when I managed to have a few successes.
The guy that stood out the most was called Michael and he was super good looking, and I was actually worried that he was out of my league. But we had a few good texts and then, a few days after we matched, he phoned me. He had a really deep sexy voice and I loved his laugh. He asked me out for dinner and offered to pick me up. I ignored the advice of a friend who said you should never let a first date see exactly where you live, just in case he ends up being a psycho. But Michael seemed so nice, I didn’t care.
For our date, he picked me up from my apartment and said he was taking me somewhere special about a half hour drive away. We had great chat in the car, but I should have seen this as a warning sign. As he was driving and talking, every few seconds he’d touch my upper thigh. It felt a bit forward for the first half hour of us meeting. But worse was to come.
We pulled up outside a beautiful looking house. He told me it’s his friend David’s place. I asked if David was home and Michael said he was away and said he could use it. When we went inside, there was a table set for dinner. First, Michael got me a drink and we sat on the couch and that’s when the trouble started. He literally couldn’t keep his hands off me. He kissed my cheek then tried to kiss me on the lips, with his hands on my legs the whole time. I told him he should slow down so he left me alone for about 10 minutes.
He kept commenting about how my breasts looked “fantastic” and that he couldn’t wait to see me naked. Then, he offered to massage me. When I said I wasn’t interested in a massage or anything else at that stage, he started to massage my shoulders anyway. I tried to make light of it by saying, “I don’t like massages, I always end up with a sore neck!” but he took that as encouragement.
I started to feel that things might get more difficult as the night progressed. I got up and said I needed the bathroom and, as I stood up, he hugged me very tightly. I kept trying to pull away from him, but he held me tighter.
I said, “Come on, you’re being way too forward”. He let me go, tried to kiss me again and that’s when a voice inside my head told me to get the hell out of there. I pretended to go to the bathroom but instead I took of my heels and snuck out a side door. I ran down the street and called an Uber.
He was definitely the sleaziest man I’ve ever been on a date with. It might not have ended badly but I didn’t want to take that risk. I’m a big believer in trusting my gut and my gut was telling me to leave ASAP.
He sent me a few messages so I did the right thing and let him know that him being so forward had scared me so I left. I didn’t hear from him after that and I hope he’s learnt his lesson.