I went out over the weekend, and I just don’t understand why a guy who I’ve met twice and spoken to briefly would think it is appropriate to try and kiss me.
We have common friends, he made small talk, bought everyone bottles, and was nice enough. At the end of the night, he insisted on sending me home in a taxi as everyone else was headed in a different direction. I reluctantly agreed… He was persistent and wasn’t going anywhere. Could this be a gentlemanly gesture?
In the taxi, he tried 5 times to kiss me. Each time I pushed him away and said, “No, no, no. No thank you, no.” He said he felt rejected and I was impolite.
“My Momma has taught me many manners, but never this… Definitely not to kiss someone I don’t wish to kiss! YOU are impolite.” I thought to myself, clamping my mouth shut. I shoved my big handbag in between my body and his.
Noticing the distance, he held my hand and was calm for a second. And then he tried it all over again.
“No, no, no.”
“But you are single.” He demanded a reason for my refusal.
“I don’t kiss on the first date.”
His face brightened up and he asked, “So does that mean I can take you out on a date?”
“I don’t know. Maybe no.”
“Why don’t you want to kiss me?”
“The only thing my lips have touched lately is good food. I’d like to keep it that way, if it’s ok.”
Oh, the questions. And my answers to those questions. The taxi couldn’t get to his house fast enough (his house was the first/nearest stop), but when it did, it was as if he never got the hint. “You look tired. Want to stay over at mine?”
I said NO, for what felt like the 50th time that night. I bid him goodbye, see you around.
So far, more than a year of being single might be a long and boring wait, but I’m sure someday the wait will be worth it.
I’ll be glad one day when I meet Mr Right, and he’ll be glad that I kept my lips (among other things!) clean for him.
In the meantime, I’ll keep keeping it busy with some fingerlickin’ good food.