So it has been about a million years since I have been taken on an official date, therefore I have had some time to reflect on past awful encounters. This one in particular makes me chuckle so I do hope you feel the same, although part of me thinks you wish you would have been there to feel the same...
When my BFF, A and her boyfriend, M, first started talking there was a night where M met us at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants and he came with one of his friends,also named M( M2 for purpose of this story, and while their names are eerily similar, their personalities unfortunately are not) Well, M2 is a good looking guy and he seemed quite into me at the restaurant and was interested in getting to know me so we talked and got to know each other. (insert red flag here) he is from Bensonhurst, which is not a neighborhood known to breed the types of guys I am interested in dating and not to say there aren't exceptions because there are exceptions to every area, however he was the very stereotypical Bensonhurst boy and I am not saying I am the smartest/most sophisticated girl but I have my good side, so I had an inkling I might be a stretch for M2. Of course there were the poorly spelled text messages and the "when are we going to hang out?" messages...but soon came the next time we all would go out.. My sister, A, and I went to get massages and planned to meet M and M2 at the bar after, we all sat talking and me being very social and still getting to know M i wanted to be part of the larger conversation that was going on at the table, but M2 wanted to only speak to me and didn't want to be part of the other conversation (red flag waving) We sat at the bar and boom there he was standing at my feet while I sat on the stool... He was rubbing my back/neck when all of a sudden, homeboy tried to put his finger in my mouth, not in the seductive way one does in the privacy of anywhere but a bar, but shoving his index finger in between my lips. Well, hey now, i am barely into PDAs but I tried to be polite and let him know that I don't like my face to be touched. But lo and behold he tried once more and I got angry. Anger is not an emotion I associate myself with, I may get sad and sensitive but I don't really get angry, but this was just uncomfortable. So we immediately left and went back to Queens; after getting home i received a few messages, one accusing me of liking M more than him (fact: M is a million times better) and then this gem of a text shortly after, "I really thought coming out to see you was going to be a nice experience" nope, sorry buddy, i also thought it would be a nice experience not bulimia practice and I guess sometimes I am not a nice experience. But lesson learned: avoid Bensonhurst like the zombie apocalypse.
