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I went out with this one girl, she was cute and all, but she was very shy. Holding hands was a major big deal to her. She was wondering what will other people think about us, and who cares about what other people think when it is only about the two of us, right? I would ask her questions such as: What do you like, what do you do for fun. She was even shy to answer me. I felt like I was on blind date the tv show or something gone wrong. I tried my best to cheer this chick up, and she did not want to. I don't like shy girls one bit. She didn't want to do anything after that. I haven't seen her since then. I am so glad.

OK, now that the penis topic seems to be out of the cat bag today. I have a story of my own.
Over the summer there was this guy that I would always see in the neighborhood at a local tequila tasting, he was cute and there was always a bit of flirtation between us. So one night we ended up kissing it was getting late and I had an early morning so he walked me to my car sat down on the passenger seat and then asked me if I would take him home with me, I said "no," and then he pulled it out and asked me to "kiss it." I then told him to zip up his pants and that I would now be going home, as I mentioned in Janecanada's post, if we want to see "it" us girls know how to find it!

I keep agreeing with my best friend that we're done with Internet men, but then I meet a new one in a new place and think I'll give him a try. One night, a while ago, I had a bad experience that left me blushing.
I rarely log on through sbcglobal, but that night it made me because I was sending an e-mail through a link. I was chatting with a guy I had been playing online scrabble with (I know-- dorky), and apparently he'd added me as a friend the first night. On the fateful night of the blusher, he logged on while I was working and said hello.
I admit that he made more "I am well hung" jokes than I was comfortable with at the outset, but they were in the context of his being funny and articulate, so I let them slide. I am stupid. I guess I also fell for his description of himself, which fit my type to a T. Again, I am stupid.
We talked pleasantly while I edited an essay I'd written, and after a while he asked to see a photo of me. I said my usual- I'll show you mine if you show me yours, and as usual, he chickened out. I was firm, though, and when he finally sent a link to a photo, it was of a giant penis!
If it was him, what a disappointment! (Size only matters in the right context!) If it wasn't, it was still too much for me from a stranger. I bid him goodnight and logged off.
He tried cozying up to me the next time he saw me online, but I gave him the firm brush off. Even if it was an accident that I saw his Yahoo adult profile instead of the harmless Webcam pic he'd hoped to show me-- he has a Yahoo adult profile!!! Skeezy!

I started chatting to this guy through an internet dating site, and we seemend to get along quite well, and as one thing led to another we decided to meet up in person.
So on a Tuesday night we met at a bar downtown. When I first got there I didn't see him, he was hiding behind a pole, so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink, then he poked his head round - I guess he was checking me out before he identified himself!
So we sat down and the first thing he did was whip out his phone and flashed me a couple pictures of his bunnies (yes, he was a 'real' magician'), Sarah and Justin (names have been changed to protect the identity of the bunnies).
So, I oohh'd and ahh'd over these two ordinary looking brown bunnies, until I thought I'd been polite enough, and started asking about his shows and where he performs etc, when he reaches into his pocket and comes out with a deck of cards. I'm the type of person who is polite and well-mannered, but I did think it was a little odd to come to a first date with a pack of cards in your pocket. I just thought he was nervous and this was just his 'thing'.
He started this card trick, by showing me that on the back of the deck of cards was a stick figure, wearing a bowler hat and stage curtains in the background. He said that was himself. Flipping the pack over he then asked me to pick a card and then show it to him. Now, I have a bit of a cheeky sense of humour and said
'But that's cheating! Aren't you supposed to know which card I've picked?'
He just smiled and said 'let me finish, and remember the card', so I put the card back into the pack and he shuffled it and told me to remember the card. So I did, whilst thinking of another card at the same time, just to see what would happen.
He flipped the pack back over to the stick figure in the bowler hat and started flicking through the cards and on each card was the same man in the bowler hat in a slightly different position. And as he flicked through the pack, the man lifted his hand and removed his hat and as he bought the hat down it had the card I picked from the pack in it.
So I smiled and said that that was a pretty good trick, but although I had picked that card from the pack, that wasn't the card I was thinking of. He then replied with 'you're not really into this'. I just said, 'well, it's not what I expected on a first date'. So he finished his drink, stood up and held out his hand for me to shake and said 'nice to meet you' and he walked out.
I was left sitting there with a look of disbelief on my face. I caught the eye of one of the bar staff who said to me ' first date'. I replied 'yeah and the last!'. She said, 'don't feel bad, he was in here last week, same day, same table, different girl, same pack of cards!'
I had a bit of a laugh with her, had another drink and left the bar bewildered.
Needless to say, I have never heard from him again!

I know the topic of ex's sometimes comes up when you are on a date with someone...too often equals a major red flag. I think almost everyone here can relate to the uncomfortable experience of sitting next to your date as he or she goes on and on about the ex who they say they absolutley have no more feelings for...but for some reason can not stop talking about...
But in all my years of dating, and there have been many, this was a first...
I met my date on an interent dating site. We emailed, talked, the usual. When we went out for the first time - and only time I might add - I expected to have some intelligent and entertaining conversation. Instead, he spent the majority of our short time - not short enough I might add as well - talking about what seemed to be an endless list of women he either had been talking to online or met...and why they were all so shocked when HE was the one who said he did not want to go out with them anymore. The Heiress that never wanted him to work again in his life...No. The not one but two models who wanted him but of course...No. The short one...No. The tall one...No. After the first few stories about the women he brushed away I found myself wondering what kind of woman he would find to be worthy of him. I kind of tuned out after a bit and hoped that I would not be that woman. I was not...thankfully. He asked to get together again sometime...but...No.