Male Revelations: "My Worst Date"

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

You are invited on a date, you like him, and you agree. You chatted, broke up, and … he no longer calls. Why is that? We asked the men themselves why they didn't want a second date.

In war paint

I like women older than me, lately I've only seen them. With one-year-olds somehow it does not work out, I recently divorced my wife of the same age. He met Anastasia, she is 41, invited her on a date. When she was introduced to me, she seemed like a calm, smiling woman, very charming. She was dressed modestly and elegantly. An excellent figure, I noticed it right away. Nice kind face … She came to a date in a leopard-print tight-fitting dress with a deep neckline. Supermini skirt, fishnet stockings. A thick layer of plaster on the face, some kind of pungent smell of perfume. I was dumbfounded: I looked at her like a young witch. I was very upset that I was so wrong. Our date lasted less than half an hour. We sat on a bench in the park, I hurried to take my leave, referring to business. There is an unpleasant aftertaste - there are enough young "beauties", and this one goes there too.

Two hours of torture

We work with Masha together in neighboring departments. She is a tall, slender blonde with very beautiful eyes. I watched her from the sidelines for a year (it would be better if I continued to watch). They never talked, they just greeted and exchanged smiles when they met. Finally, I made up my mind and invited me to a cafe for a cup of espresso. Within ten minutes I realized that I was wrong.

Masha was incessantly talking about something: about how, at 27, she traveled half of Europe, how she loves her parents, sister, brother, dog and two cats. That he is studying Spanish and attending courses in psychology. Then she invited me to join her morning jogging and take part in role-playing games … Two hours seemed like an eternity to me, I remember that I was silent all the time.

When we parted, he sighed with relief. I don't feel guilty. Which second date? I'm sorry about the first one. I drew a moral for myself: in order to invite someone on a date, you must at least get to know each other first.

Business conversation

A charming lady came to my notary's office. I gasped as I saw. Chiseled facial features, light curls, a small fragile figure. In general, my taste. I asked for help with the documents for the garages. Of course, I helped, I personally dealt with the issue. And then he asked her out on a date. On a date, my new friend ruined everything. She continued to ask me professional questions, as if we were not leaving the office. I still don't understand: she just wanted to use me, happy about the occasion? The real interrogation was perpetrated: how it is, and how that … A colleague with whom I often chat about relationships, put forward a different version - as if she was embarrassed and thus wanted to please me. I don’t know, maybe she’s right - women know better. But I felt uneasy, I was tired. To be honest, I did not expect such a turn. I wanted to look after her, invite her to my place, if possible (my wife was in Turkey). Maybe I should have invited her to second date? But the interest was gone. Bummer, sir.

Thirty three misfortunes

We met Marina at a friend's birthday party. I liked her very much - a pretty, cheerful, confident girl. She told jokes all evening, raised funny toasts. I wanted to continue our acquaintance, and I invited her on a date. I didn't believe that such a girl would agree, but she came. When we met, he was nervous, afraid to freeze some stupidity. I was delighted when she took over the conversation. But … very quickly he began to feel disgusting.

Marina started talking about "men". About how they went small, uninteresting, without imagination, “defective”. How frustrated and alone she feels. Her past boyfriend turned out to be a petty bore. And the previous one - betrayed … Well, what did she mean by that? If everyone is so ugly, why did she come to see me? To humiliate? When we said goodbye, she hinted that she would wait for my call. Did not understand. And he didn't call.

Melted fairy

I walked along the street somehow, quickly. I caught up with the girl, but her bag broke, and fruits rolled out of it - apples, oranges, something else. I began to help collect them. The girl is red-haired, with wavy hair on the shoulders, with freckles, thin. Then we went together. It turned out that we study at neighboring faculties. We discussed general teachers, and then other topics were found: music, films, St. Petersburg parties. It was nice that she was not only beautiful, but also clever. She had a wonderful laugh - melodious, I have never heard such. I didn't want to leave, I walked her home. There, at the entrance, I asked for a phone number. She gave me a pen and dictated. And while I was writing, I suddenly took out a cigarette and a lighter from my purse and lit a cigarette. It was as if I had been doused with ice water, I don’t know why. This cigarette did not match her. I didn't call her. Then he met at the institute, rushed past. I understand that this is stupid, but …

Miss independence

Svetlana is my employee. She is married and a mother of two teenage sons. This stopped, although I always liked her very much - a spectacular woman. But then there was a rumor that she had problems in the family, her husband was leaving for another, and she was abandoning her with the children. She began to appear at work depressed, as if confirming this gossip. And then I took a chance: I invited her to a restaurant. We sit at a table, treat ourselves to trout, chatting peacefully. Svetlana was tense at first, and then, under the influence of the martini, relaxed. In general, everything is fine.

And all of a sudden she says for no reason: “I am not interested in your money. I am able to support myself. Most of all I value my independence. I was downright taken aback. He did not offer money and support, he did not encroach on independence - what happened to her?

Doesn't seem to be a fool, maybe she's having a complex? He pretended not to hear. So she then repeated this thought three times within an hour. She was not drunk. What then? Tough character? And why do I need a hysterical?

Socialite

I invited Katya to a restaurant that she herself named. She had a tried and tested cook there. When we entered the hall, from somewhere from the corner a guy jumped up to her - an acquaintance, because they immediately began to kiss. Katya said that he is cool and his dad is an important official. Then she saw a couple and started waving at them excitedly, and she told me that the man was the owner of a well-known real estate company and her friend, and the woman was his mistress and journalist. Finally, we reached our table and began to read the menu. But then calls to her mobile started. She apologized every time and explained that she could not help but answer. This went on for probably two hours. In between, Katya told me: "Come on, tell me." I was very angry. We had known each other for only a few hours, and I had already completely lost my balance. I didn't even want to hide it. I just left the restaurant, leaving her with friends. On second date did not invite.

Without complexes

I have no prejudices. I don't read Domostroy. I have a good attitude towards women's initiative in all spheres of life. I love sexual experiments. Sometimes I watch pornography. But one girl surprised me. Our first date was with my friend Rita - she introduced us and brought us together. I was a bachelor at a crossroads, Lera is also something like that. First, we sat in the kitchen - drank, had a good chat on business topics. The girl seemed to me very much even nothing - a pleasant, intelligent companion. Then she dragged me into the room and began to give a blowjob (to a barely familiar person, by the way). She did it competently, efficiently. I later asked Rita: "Where did you find this …?"

Then she, as if nothing had happened, continued to communicate with me on abstract topics. Even her intonation has not changed. And I felt like I was being used as something inanimate. Rita later told me that the girl was counting on a long-term relationship. Weird.

Interview failed

We are sitting with a girl in a cafe. This is our first date. She is 18, pretty, and really wants to get to bed with her. But we also need to talk. Asks: "Are you a pickup truck by any chance?" - "What is this?" - “Seducer. It is fashionable now. They even conduct trainings, teach the techniques of seducing girls. " - "Nope, what a seducer I am." Begins to talk about his shortcomings. Doesn't like to wash dishes - one. There are two squanders, “like all real women”. Adds: "By the way, how much do you get paid in your company?" I am starting to have fun, I am calling the figure from the ceiling, greatly exaggerated. The girl looks at me attentively, as if she is trying to calculate something. Then he begins to list his merits. "I can be faithful", "I'm not ashamed in society, I know how to keep the conversation going." The beauty. We chatted like this for another hour. Q&A, Q&A, I'm under interrogation. Then I take her to my place. In sex, she turned out to be smarter and more mature than I thought. I felt good. But second date did not want.