I Feel Awful

"C" and I met up downtown in the pouring rain! I have never been one to go on a date walking in the fucking rain grrrrr! I really didn't like it at all. I did happen to have a really big umbrella with me...



He tried to be a gentleman and hold it for the both of us...which made matters worse because hes like 100 feet taller than me...therefore, I got completely soaked! Then he asked


"Are you getting wet?"


Why did he ask that question when he saw that my clothes were soaked?


We ate at a French place near a really nice hotel. Dinner was nice...


The conversation was wonderful and everything felt like magic for a while...



Then he asked if I wanted to see go to the festival on the river. At first I wanted to...but then I changed my mind. He invited me over to his apartment as the rain got worse.



So I caught a cab with him...



He informs me in the cab that he doesn't have an automobile. I am not one to judge but...


he is almost thirty and has no car or truck or anything?

I don't care about what kind of car or how expensive...it just makes me wonder why he doesn't have one at all? He started giving me ideas on where "I" could get one (because he knew I drive my mom's car alot) but never once talked of any plans of HIM getting one...
that part was a bit strange.



He wanted to lounge on his couch and watch movies. I was okay with that. He wanted to put his arms around me, and it was okay for a while. It seemed to feel okay at the time...and then he kissed my lips and it was really nice. But then, he just kept on kissing and kissing and kissing them until I thought I would throw up!

That part started bothering me. It got to the point where he would NOT stop kissing my lips!



I started feeling fidgety and uncomfortable at that point. His hands were on my hips and my back. Suddenly, he couldn't keep his hands off my hair. Why was he so obsessed with my hair? I hate people that can't keep their hands to themselves.

He wanted to kiss my belly, insisting that it was a harmless act. I didn't want him to see my belly or put his mouth on it. I don't know him well enough for that sort of thing. He kept questioning why I wouldn't let him see my belly or at least touch or kiss it.


That started frustrating me because NO MEANS NO. I told him simply NO. And he kept on asking and insisting that it would be harmless. What part of NO didn't he

understand in the english language? So then he asked me if I was ashamed of my belly? WTF? Why did he accuse me of being ashamed of my belly because I don't want to just go around exposing my belly to every guy I meet in life? He then tried to kiss my chest and touch the top of my breasts...I told him to please stop. He kept kissing in between my cleavage constantly while I kept pushing him off over and over again...
Finally I told him that I wanted him to STOP IT and he kept doing it anyway! He would stop for 2 seconds and say he understood and was sorry...then would do the same stuff again! WOW!


Now I was officially pissed off and disgusted at him....but I was good at hiding it for some odd reason. I knew at that very moment I was definitely getting OUT of his place and going home as soon as I could. I asked if he'd call me a cab...
He said it was much too expensive for him to get me a cab.



It started storming really bad....lightning etc...




He kept kissing and kissing me until I finally told him again and again to please cut it out. He'd stop and then start again like a total sick maniac kisser! He just would NOT STOP!


He then fell asleep at some point, but kept waking up to kiss me until I could not even sit comfortably. I got so tired of his big stupid lips... His apartment was a little bit hot, but his body was really making it worse and he kept laying his head and arms on me, sorta sleeping and his skin and breath was really warm and sweaty...

I was wearing such a nice little white top and it made me so mad when I realized that had become dirty with sweat stains from his oozing skin and a bit of my own makeup smudged on it (because he absolutely could NOT stop touching my face, my nose my lips...DAMN! I was so annoyed! Why couldn't I have worn a nice white blouse without having it dirtied up because some moron could not fucking keep his hands to himself?





He also started saying that I was his girlfriend. I told him it was way too soon to be saying that. He kept insisting that he wanted to be my man and that he can tell I'm a good woman and that I wouldn't not play games with him.

Hmmm...He also left out about HIM playing games...Its funny how some men do that.

They are very concerned with women playing games with their minds and emotions but somehow have it in their heads its okay for them to do that stuff. He then said he just couldn't let me go...I have no idea what he was talking about....all I knew was that he was being way too pushy, anxious and sickening and I didn't like his constant touching of my hair and breasts and trying to get to my bare belly.





We both fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to find myself a total mess...as if I had sex with a madman or something! No sex took place but from the looks of everything...you would have thought it had happened. Ughhh... My hair was all in my eyes and wild, I was hot and sweaty and my clothes were all twisted up and everything...



For a man to be such madman...completely incapable of controlling his hands...it makes me really inspires me more than ever to continue on with my lifestyle of celibacy. I really don't think hes the one for me.
He was taking things way too fast when I constantly told him that he was doing things tooo sooon!



Sure I told him that he was handsome and I was having a great time. Does that mean I want his hands all over me? I really was having a great time at first...and everything was great...and I also thought he was handsome. I don't feel the same now about him.



HE could NOT keep his hands off me. I hate that! Why couldn't he have had a little more self control? Now hes even to the point already that hes now so fucking comfortable with me that hes blurts out "COME HERE" ... in order to demand a kiss...in a way that suggested that I was his personal little "submissive" or something...and I am not into that BDSM stuff...and I don't like being DEMANDED to kiss someone, especially if I'm trying to get to know them. If I really like someone, they would not have to demand a kiss from me. I would give it freely without even thinking about it first. I would do it because I wanted express my feelings to them...I did not feel this with him so maybe thats why he felt he had to demand me to give him a kiss?



In the morning, he had to work. He tried to convince me to stay in his apartment until he came home. NO WAY! I am not his girlfriend or wife.



"Sorry but I have some things to do" I said.

He kept insisting and insisting until I got up, grabbed my purse and jacket and told him to have a great day at work.



"COME HERE" he demanded in a very bossy voice for another kiss.
I gave him his kiss and left.



I DO NOT want to see him anymore. In ways I do because it was nice hanging out with him at some point...but then it just went from good to bad suddenly. I hate when someone tries to constantly sell their ideas to you when you have already told them NO about something. No means NO. Why can't some men understand that?



When a woman says do not kiss or touch my breasts...and a man constantly still tries to kiss and seduce her into it....



WTF? I hate that.



I don't want to see him anymore...


My sister says its because its my time of the month but its really not the issue. I don't like when I tell a man no please do not touch or kiss my body or grope my hair and he does it anyway. I hate it. Its invasion of personal space and its very presumptuous!