Rounding Second
I had just broken up with my fiancé and had moved to a different state to be closer to my family. At the urging of family and friends to “get back out there,” I joined an online dating site. Despite my reservations about meeting strangers online I figured it couldn’t be much worse than meeting someone at the bar, right?
Dan was my age, attractive, and was a successful entrepreneur – all was good on paper. Our first date involved a movie and dinner, which was a little cliché, but we had fun and I really liked him. For our second date we decided to order in food and watch a baseball game on his brand new flat screen. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were making out.
Once it started getting hot and heavy, he broke our kiss and said, “I have something to tell you. My last girlfriend cheated on me and now I have genital warts. Is that going to be a problem?”
He must have mistaken my look of utter surprise for acceptance, because he smiled and said, “Great!” while unbuttoning his pants.
I don’t think he had the first button undone before I was burning rubber out of the apartment parking lot. I realize that it’s a tough subject to bring up (and at least he told me versus just spreading the disease), but nothing could have killed the mood faster.
I ignored all his calls and e-mails until he eventually got the hint that I was not, in fact, ok with his “problem.” Here’s the kicker: about six months later, I got a random text from him that said, “Why do I have your number in my phone? Where do I know you from?” Glad to know I made an impression on him.
