I have had more than my fair share of blind dates, but this one set off all kinds of warning bells in me, and initially I ignore them. But my better judgment got the upper hand and I called it off in time. Intimate dating and I, are you could say, intimate, but when he coul dn’t wait to get me home, I smelled a rat.

There were some very strange warning bells going off in my head, even though there seemed to be nothing unduly remarkable or strange in the run up to this blind date.

There was nothing unduly strange in the run-up to the day, I felt the guy was a bit “obvious”, but intimate dating was a means to an end for me after my divorce and I actually quite enjoyed the excitement of it all.

He collected me from my home – bad idea, I should have met him on my own recognizance. From the moment I got in the car, octopus hands, couldn’t keep his hand off me. I have no problem with intimacy or intimate dating, but I want to invite a man into my space, not have him assume that is where he should immediately be.

I am not prudish, but this guy was freaky from the moment he picked me up, he was already trying to get his hands down my pants in the car on the way out to dinner. I am far from prudish, but I want to feel comfortable enough to invite a man into my space. He just assume this was where he should be and I was already feeling a little uncomfortable and out of my league.

He was intelligent, well read, a successful business man with a fantastic car he asked if we could go for tea after dinner, so I agreed.

We were in his car again, he kept reaching over to unfasten my jeans, I kept distracting him with conversation and fastening up. He didn’t get the message! He couldn’t wait to get me home, to his home, and we pulled into a townhouse complex in an affluent suburb.

We arrived in a nearby affluent suburb and I realized this guy was taking me home, to his home? So in I went – another bad idea. He had a nice home, but the moment he got me in the door he was fumbling with me and I just didn’t feel either turned on or comfortable. I like to feel charmed, not forced upon, no matter how trite this might appear.

I was not turned on and was beginning to feel a bit violated, and when he bent me backward of the arm of the sofa, pushed my bra up and started sucking my nipples, that was the last straw. I had to get out of there, so a just stood up and said “take me home”.

I still today believe I am fortunate, he did take me home, but I firmly believe that with intimate dating one should listen to their instincts and this time I did.