Getting Personal
I was 19, had just moved to a large city to attend college and didn’t know anyone. So, I was meeting people from the personal ads (this was before the internet dating era). One guy I talked to seemed nice, had the same interests and described himself as “very handsome” over the phone. I assumed he was around my age, so I took a chance and had him pick me up at my dorm to take me downtown to a nightclub.
When he showed up, he wasn’t attractive at all. He was at least 40, overweight, balding and wearing incredibly tight pants. There’s no way in hell anyone would have called him “handsome,” but he seemed nice enough and I was all dressed up, so I decided to go to the club anyway even though I decided right then and there to keep it on a “just friends” level. As soon as we got to the club he started drinking and telling me how perfect I was and how he just wanted to have sex with me in all kinds of kinky ways. I was really grossed out, so I told him immediately that I wasn’t interested in sex, dating him or anything beyond a friendship.
At that point he said, “Well, we can be friends, as long as you let me stick my tongue up your ass every once in a while.”
That was when I decided I really wanted to go home. He had driven me and we were a considerable distance from my college and the public transit had stopped running. I asked him to please drive me home, as I had no other way of getting home. He told me that I should just find some other guy in the club and go home with him. By then I was freaked out, with no way to get home and I begged him to please drive me back home, nearly in tears.
He relented and told me that if I really wanted money, he could hook me up with a good escorting job. The whole way home he called me a “cock tease” and told me that I should become a prostitute since it was easy for girls like me to spread our legs for money. Yes, he used those words. He even offered to become a client. At the end of the “date,” when he dropped me off, he demanded again to be allowed to stick his tongue up my ass and I just fled. He continued to call me every so often and leave alternately insulting and pleading messages on my machine before finally giving up.
