Day at the Children’s Museum
I’d been emailing a guy I met on the net for several weeks when we decided to meet. Our first date went very well so a second date was a no-brainer. For that next encounter, we chose to go to a children’s museum.
A few minutes into the museum date, he decided that he wanted to cuddle and make out with me – in the middle of the room full of little kids. Before this sudden moment of passion of his, we hadn’t even kissed yet.
I brushed him off repeatedly, and finally told him this was not the time or place for such activity. He started arguing with me, accusing me of “putting up a wall and running away from something great.”
Finally I told him it was time to leave and he sulked in silence all the way back to his car, where he peeled out at top speed to take me home. And then he began to berate me again for “putting up a wall” and being “scared of something real.”
“Or something real crazy,” I replied, which set him off again.
As he dropped me off, I told him never to call me again. But of course, a week later he sent me an email, saying that he was going to give me one last chance.
I replied by emailing him a picture of the Great Wall of China.