Last night was fun. I went on a date with a guy from out of town. Seemed low risk and low effort. Go out, have a good time, and see how it goes from there.
Other than being in the city (I live in the suburbs), it was actually a pretty good time. We grabbed Thai for dinner, went to a bar (kind of an odd choice for a COVID date, but I digress). The bar was kind of respectable considering everything was separated and only you party was allowed with you and stuff. We left just after midnight and went back to his hotel room.
Now before you think we left just to have sex, we left to “talk” and have a little alone time. And while there was mild foreplay, we did not actually have sex.
So we get back to the room and after the little foreplay, we talk. He immediately comes at me complaining that I don’t communicate enough. Definitely something I love being confronted with on a first date, especially on a date with someone I don’t even know if I’m going to keep talking to.
Needless to say, I did attempt an exit, though I waited after being accosted to try and downplay how annoyed I was at the whole ordeal. But when I got to the parking garage, it was closed! Awful timing. So I called him back up and stayed in his room. We got brunch in the morning and in fairly certain we aren’t compatible for anything long-term.
Alas, the search continues.