No Yes No Yes Date You Attended: Dates &Amp: Fill & Download for Free

I decided after reading the hilarious answers I’d take a stab at this one.About 5 months after I was in a long term abusive relationship (LONG STORY, see my previous answer) I decided I would enter the dating pool again. I believe I was on the dating app Bumble. I met a few nice guys here and there, but nobody I really jived with until I met a guy, we’ll call him Dan. Dan was very attentive and charming via text in the days leading up to our first date. On the first date, he invited me for a drink at a sexy cool lounge in NE Portland. Before I arrived he was joking about how he would be difficult to find due to lumberjack beard and a black corduroy jacket on (typical Portland look). I found him anyway and we sat down with our drinks (he paid) and began chatting away. He was very nice, attentive, charming, just like his texts. He was very good looking and we had a lot in common and I felt like I finally was getting along with someone new and that this could have some potential. About 30 minutes into the date he started talking about a second date and how he had season tickets to the Portland Orchestra and that he thought that given both our musical backgrounds it would be cool to attend a show sometime. I agreed. After a second round of drinks (seemed like we both didn’t want the date to end) he walked me to my car and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek and sent me off.We kept texting the following days and decided to meet again for happy hour before we went on a third date to see an orchestral show the following weekend. I arrived a little early at the restaurant of choice and waited no longer than 5 min for him to get there. No worries. Except when he arrived, it’s like a switch had flipped and he was completely off. I would ask him a question to get to know him more or follow up on a conversation we previously had via text and he would kinda just stare at me or take a very long time to respond. He seemed disinterested. I wrote it off as maybe he was tired or had a bad day. And then out of nowhere he started asking me questions back:Dan: When was your last relationship?Me: about 5 months ago, I kinda took some time away from datingDan: why? did it end badly?Me: yes (without going into detail), let’s just say he wasn’t a very nice guyDan: did he not suck on your tits enough? *grinning as he asked this*Me: *awkwardly and very taken aback* huh?Dan: I asked if he didn’t suck on your tits enough…Me: I know what you asked but that’s just a very awkward and weird thing to ask, also it’s not really any of your business. *I squinted my eyes at him and cocked my head to the side to figure out where this was coming from*Dan: I’m sorry, that was rude, I just haven’t gotten enough sleep. *He smiled at me*Me: umm, that’s okay.Awkward silence…Dan: Anyway, what do you say we get out of here and get some fresh air.Me: *hoping that was a fluke* sure, that would be nice.We were in Downtown Portland walking around store to store and we just chatted and window shopped. Things still felt off and I was getting ready to just end the date and walk back to my car when he spotted a Valentine’s pop-up shop. Valentine’s Day was about a week away and there was this little boutique that was selling all kinds of kitschy gifts and trinkets. He asked if we could go in to check it out as they were also advertising free champagne and chocolate samples. I agreed, what could go wrong?It ends up that the boutique had several vendors who had set up their little tables with their artisanal crafts and Valentine’s gifts for sale. We walked around, drank a little champagne and pretended to admire the crap on sale. At some point he darted towards a table that was selling something called “Clone-A-Willy”, he called over to me and beckoned me to come join him. I walked over and he told the lady that was selling her product to explain what it was to me. Basically, it was a putty mold that a man would encase his penis with and then when it dried you would send it back to the company and they would fabricate a silicone dildo that was the exact mold of your partner’s penis. This isn’t that strange of a thing because Portland is known for its weirdness and this seemed kinda like a gag gift for Valentine’s day. Dan was super excited about it as he asked several questions and kept looking at me for my reaction. It was almost like he wanted me to feel uncomfortable about it and was trying to elicit a reaction from me.I asked if we could leave as I made up an excuse about why I needed to be home. He walked me to my car again, grabbed the back of my neck as he went in for a kiss. I didn’t kiss him back, it felt very strange and forced. I pulled away but the way he had his hand on the back of my neck kept my face close to his. He then whispered in a very commanding tone:Dan: I want you to go back in there and get that clone-a-willy kit. I’m gonna take it home make the mold, send it back to the company and then bring you the finished toy. Then I want to see you fuck yourself with it in front of me.Yep, that’s what he said. I was kinda terrified; do I really attract that many fucking weird men? I was frozen for a second, he was grinning at me with his all American jaw jutting out. I did the only thing I felt would get me out of there so I sort of shrugged and laughed it off as I very slyly replied with “but Dan, my rule is I have to go on a third date before I use a silicone penis mold of the guy I’m seeing”. That did the trick, he bust up laughing and then responded with “then let’s pick it up after we see the show this weekend”. I nodded my head and the moment he released my hair from his grip I climbed into my car, smiled at him from the driver’s window and drove off.He texted me the next day to let me know the schedule of the Symphony he wanted to go see with me that weekend, I just said that I was not interested and that he made me feel very uncomfortable and that I really did not want to see him again.The weird thing was that he actually agreed that he was behaving badly, but after my previous boyfriend, I really was not about to give this guy another chance.

A friend had set us up on a blind date. The moment I saw her, I was awestruck. She was beautiful. She said, “I would like to get to know you better. Can we meet here on Saturday and I will take you to my favourite place.” She was choosing the place? Cool. I can get to know her better based on where she chose. Cinema? Dance hall? Football game?I was excited. Saturday had arrived, and I drowned myself in cologne. We met outside a restaurant, and then she said, “I don't want to spoil the surprise. Put this on.” She handed me a blindfold. My heart was thumping, and I was gently put into the passenger seat of a car and strapped in. A thought then struck me: “I hope this is not some 50 shades stuff. That would not be cool.” I said, “I hope…” and she kissed me and then shushed me.We drove for a while in silence, and then the car stopped. She led me by the arm through what sounded like a heavy door, and I heard the door lock behind us. I began to panic. Where the hell was I? I barely know this girl. What is she going to do with me?My blindfold was removed and I was surrounded by women dressed in white flowing gowns. An older women, with long grey hair, approached me and said, “welcome, child of the stars. We await the cosmic ark that will free us from these mortal coils.” I stared in disbelief. Where they serious?“Um, where are all the guys,” I asked.“You may join them in love once your sin is removed.”“What is my sin?” I asked.The girl I came with giggled and whispered, “They mean your balls.” I felt them jump up inside me with fear.“Finally! We can all live in harmony. What a wonderful group! If only my other friends could join. I should invite them next week.” I feigned as much interest as I could. I agreed to attend their seminars, and their batshit crazy “cosmic actualisation mantra sessions.” Finally, they let me go. I thanked the girl for showing me her “favourite place” as she drove us back to town. Then, as soon as I was free i blocked her number, and avoided her like the ebola virus.

They had to board a bus together.It started raining.They went to a coffee shop nearby.Sat there for an hour.Experience was amazing.Laughed, chatted, enjoyed coffee with muffins.Everything went well.Before that they were just casual friends.After that they started meeting every other day.At coffee shops, restaurants, for long walks, malls.Girl was independent, she paid equally everytime.Level of comfort and friendship increased to a point where everybody including both of them did not know if it was a relationship or friendship.Once the girl said “You have every quality I look for in an ideal husband"Proposing explicitly would have been an insult to the beautiful relationship.One day they met at a beautiful restaurant for dinner.Girl wanted to show him some pics.She sat by his side instead of sitting opposite to him.She showed him a pic of her school friend and said-“This is my school friend Rohan, yesterday he proposed to me, he is so nice and humble, I don't love him but couldn't say a “no"!”“Yes I am in a relationship now!”Next she Hugged him tight.He kept staring her for half an hour till she went away to attend a call from her boyfriend.Next he left without paying the bill.Moral of the story-There is nothing such as implied relationship!Either formally propose or be ready to be disposed any moment!