Nonetheless, I enjoyed going out with him. He knows good cuisine and always took me to great restaurants. Granted, we mostly talked about his medical issues but what kind of doctor would I be if I didn't listen to my patients... a radiologist you say?
Well Insomniac and I went out on our fifth date last night and he asked me for a kiss at the end of the date. I thought that was extremely gentlemanly of him, so of course I obliged.
IT WAS THE WORST KISS.
I'm sorry, but he SHOVED his tongue in my mouth. I was so taken aback. I didn't know what to do other than to pull back a bit and force him to go slowly. BUT then he'd shove his tongue in my mouth again!
I quickly ended the torture and thanked him for the date. He asked, "maybe next time we could hang out a lot longer?" And desperate to get away I replied "yeah sure!"... enthusiastically.
I felt kinda gross and decided I would pull the intern card from this day forth. I'm chicken-sh!t about brutal honesty, and would much rather take a nasty email than tell a guy he is the worst kisser in the world... or take the time to teach him. I have better things to do...
like go to Miami tomorrow...
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