So this story is reminiscent of a story I overheard my mom tell a friend about she had gone on when I was little: apparently, this guy was sucking my moms fingers during dinner. EWWWWWW!
Anyway...so I spoke to David, the jewelry designer I went out with about a week and a half ago, on Monday. We decided to have dinner Tuesday (yesterday) evening but I told him it couldn't be late because I'm busy at work and wake up very early (4:30) to begin my day. After he suggested meeting at 7:30I told him it had to be more like 6:30 and he said fine and that he'd call me the following day to tell me where to meet him.
We met at the corner of 9th Ave. and Little West 12th Street in the heart of the meat packing district. I had gone on a date at the Gansevoort Hotel in that same area just over a year ago.
We walked until we came to the restaurat, Buddha Bar, an extremely trendy and extremeley impossible to get into on Friday / Saturday nights, place. He had made a reservation for three hopingto get a larger table but of course the hostess did not want to seat us because our entire party was not there. She finally sat us at the table for 3 however said we'd have to be out by 8:45. My goal was to be out way before then anyway.
We sit down. They brought us edamame. Every 2 minutes there was an "edamame" guy who would empty the edamame pod bowl whether it had 5 pods or 30 pods. Very strange and a little much. I told him I did not want to drink but he kept insisting I order wine or a cocktail. After a 5 minute debate I finally just ordered a glass of white wine because I didn't have the patience to argue any further.
Although we were ready to order, when the waitress came over he told her to give us another 10 minutes. I was angry at this point since I told him I couldn't stay out late and had to get home. He kept holding my hand and touching my face and trying to kiss my cheak. I kept pulling away but he didn't seem to get the hint.
We finally order and while we were waiting he roleld up my sleeve and started stroking my arm. Very odd. I was extremely embarassed that I was sitting in this restaurant pretty much being molested at dinner. He even tried to massage the area of my back I've been complaining about for days at which point I told him that I wasn't 100% certain if this was tension pain or something worse so if he could please not touch my back that would be great.
The salad came. We shared and he insisted on feeding me. YUCK! I really was not interested.
In between the salad and the main course, he became touching my face and pincghing my cheeks again takling about how he'd make all my dreams and fantasies come true. He was started kissing my cheek and I told him to stop since we were at dinner but he didn't. I should have gotten up and left right then and there but I guess I'm just nice.
Dinner finally came at which point we didn't really say much. I was focused on eating but ever so often he would put his chop sticks down and try to hold my hand or touch my face while I was eating. I was honestly nauseated at this point.
When we finished eating, we got the check and he postponed us leaving even more my jokingly saying he forgot his credit card and consistently saying he will have to wash the dishes. This went on for 10 more minutes and which point I finally said I'm leaving. He finally paid.
I wanted to take the subway back because it would have been quicker and my feet were hurting me but he insisted on walking. I missed the train I had hoped to take and ended up not getting home until 10PM, which for me, is late considering I'm usually just crawling into bed at that time. During the train ride home we sat in a 3 seater and he told me to sit closer to him and I said no I'm confortable where I am. He then proceeded to stick his hand up my pants and rub my calves. UGH!!!!
When we got back to Great Neck I told him I was fine going home alone. I only live 2 blocks from the train station and do the trek back home at 2AM on my own. He insisted on walking me home. He tried coming in and I said no I have to go. He tried postponing but hugging me and trying to kiss me.
OH! I forgot to mention...on the walk from the restaurant to Penn Station he was saying how next time we'd go out later and asking me how I could go out to diner so early and I said because I get up early and I like going to sleep at a resonable hour and he called me boring and a party pooper.
"If that makes me a party pooper," I answer, "then I am very comfortable with that."
He then started talking about how nobody is in the restaurants at 6:30 and it was so empty. I told him I don't go to the restaurants to be seen or be around other people. I do it to get good food and be with the company who is joining me for dinner...regardless of the time of day.
I finally got home but all I wanted to do was shower and wash this idiot off of me. What part of me pulling away and saying STOP didn't he understand?!?!?!?!
He e-mailed me this morning to ask how I am and I said fine. If he calls again I am going to say I'm not interested.