The bartender and I met the old fashion way, via a Starbucks line. He spoke and I heard that lovely Irish accent, and immediately asked where he was from. He happily told me Ireland and asked me to sit with him. We talked for about thirty minutes before he asked if I had been to Harvard Square. I advised him “Not yet” and we made plans that Monday to meet for some drinks.
The guy was truly outside my box of guys I normally date. He was only 5’8 and super slim, and already bald at age 32. He did have gorgeous long blond eyelashes though, and a very deep thinking look about him.
Monday after class I headed towards Harvard Square. He text me and let me know he was running late. I was starving at this point and ordered a pizza and beer without him. He finally arrived and ordered is drink. Within 15 minutes of us talking he immediately reached for my hand, and started rubbing it.
Ok I am seriously not that chick. I don’t do PDA. In my longest relationship I never did PDA. We made out once in a club and I saw the photos and knew never to do it again. I don’t mind little things of affection or a peck here and there, but full out hand holding and thigh rubbing in public is not me. Rubbing my back actually makes me more stiff. I suck I know, but I just don’t like it.
After I told him this, his response is that he is a huge PDA guy and nothing wrong with hand holding. We left dinner and he immediately grabbed my hand. Oh no. I snapped it back. He took notice. He took me to another trademark bar in Harvard Square, and this time moved from trying to hold my hand to rubbing my back. I think he was determined to win the PDA war. I don’t know if it was the kamikaze shot, the thick accent, or the exhaustion from school, but I stopped fighting it, in the bar. He also brought on the charm. You are very beautiful, I don’t understand why you don’t have a boyfriend, yadda yadda yadda.
Then the words came out. “I really see you as girlfriend material do you see me as boyfriend material.” Wait, wait, wait. Are we there yet? Dude, I just met you. I can’t answer that question you have to give me time. I don’t think he liked my response and excused himself to the bathroom. While he was gone another guy came up and was trying to get my number, but I had to turn him down because it would be bad karma and Mr. PDA already showed strong jealous signs when other guys were talking to me in the evening. Plus, I can’t multi-task on a date.
In the end, I realized I wasn’t attracted to him when he asked to kiss me and my immediate response was don’t put your tongue in my mouth. Yep, I was a prude, and I am never a prude.
The date ended with a hug and a peck and a $10 taxi ride back home. There was no calling, just some texting
Mr:PDA: You are one of the best kissers and I like your lips
Me: Is that all you remember about me
Mr. PDA: Your short skirt
Me: that’s it
Mr. PDA: yes
Me: perfect all you need is my skirt and lips on another chick and you are set.
I now it came out rude, but seriously, No.
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