Get Shirty
I met a first date for a drink at a bar close to my house. He seemed OK – not quite knocking my socks off but not bad either. I had walked to the bar and when the date was over, he asked to walk me home. I declined but he insisted. At my place, he announced that he needed to use the bathroom. I was too polite to tell him to take his butt back to the bar so I let him in and waited by the open front door for him. He came out of the bathroom wearing his shirt. No pants, no underwear, nothing. He was also at full salute. “Hey, what do you think?” he asked with his arms spread wide to show himself off. I laughed but that didn’t deflate him. “What?” he cajoled like a little boy. “Come on…just a little? How about oral? A hand job?” Despite this, I remained polite. I stood by the open front door, saying no and asking him to put his pants back on. Finally, I told him he was making me really uncomfortable and that I would go get my neighbor if he didn’t leave. He did and later called to ask for a second date!
