Yasmin is a 29-year-old TV producer who lives at Yonge and Eglinton. She says her style is sexy-preppy: “Body-conscious separates and high-heeled boots.” Yasmin is into electronic music, exercising and trying out new recipes. She’s been single for a year, but says, “I usually have a friend-with-benefits.” She met Nicholas through mutual friends.
Nicholas and I volunteer for the same charitable organization. I’ve always thought he was sort of cute, so I imagined something might happen between us eventually. One evening, I bumped into him at a charity gala and he kept coming over to talk to me. We exchanged numbers and made a date for that week.
For our first date we went for gelato, where he told me boring stories about his traffic tickets. The second date was a little better. We went for dinner and talked about school and travelling. After that, we went to my house and made out for a while on the couch.
I agreed to a third date with Nicholas because there was nothing technically wrong with him, other than being kind of lame. I thought there was a chance it might turn into something. During dinner, we again talked about boring topics, nothing special. We were at an Italian restaurant near my house where the food was incredibly delicious. I drank a few glasses of wine, and thought, “Okay, let’s try this again.”
We went back to my place and started making out. I stopped it early on, and told him I didn’t want to go any further. He seemed cool with it. I got up and went into the kitchen for some water. When I came back, I almost dropped my glass on the floor. He was standing in front of me, completely naked except for a condom. He looked pretty pleased with himself. I stammered for a while as I tried to think of something to say. Even in that moment, I was aware that I was going to have to see him around owing to our mutual friends and charity work. So I pretended to be relaxed and reminded him that I didn’t want to go any further. He didn’t even seem embarrassed. We sat down on the couch, he pulled the condom off his penis and then started kissing me again. I told him again that I wasn’t into it, and that he should leave.
As he got dressed, he kept trying to kiss me in between pulling on items of clothing. I was nice about it because I wanted him to go, but I couldn’t believe he thought I might actually kiss him after his bizarre naked-man tactic. How could he have thought that would work? Still, at least he was wearing a condom.
Yasmin rates her date (out of 10): 1
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