Pump Your Brakes At The Door! (A Post from San Francisco’s KReem)

Date story:
I’m not so sure if I should be sharing my business like this but maybe there is a lesson to be learned some where in all of this.

A while back I took out a friend that is kind of special to me. We never really dated or dialed the booty call number or the FWB thang but we did have that sexual tension and bragging about who would put it on who… As a Scorpio I have my little skills and talents that goes unmatched by others plus my ego to match helps as well. I try not to boast and brag to much or push a situation to a level where I’m not willing to commit to the following actions.

So one night I take my lady friend to a party that my peoples are throwing not as my date but as a friend with other friends. Of course we are dancing, drinking, flirting and everything else. Plus lining up work for after the party or another time. (should I define work? or will everyone get what I mean?) Because she is not the only one I’m flirting with and I know she’s flirting with the other guys in the party. I continue making my moves shaking hands with all the right people and narrowing down the potential work for the night.

This bad Korean girl and I mean BAD! She was ready too and her friend too. I’m not sure if it would have went down that way but I’ll never know. After the party was just about over I was in a position where I had to drop off my car poolies. Damn but I’m not a ass so I talked with Korean girl to arrange the meet for when I dropped everyone off.

Now old girl that is supposed to be friend is all touchy feely in the back sit while my man rides in the front. Pulling on my ears, rubbing on my neck and once she in the front seat to be dropped of next her hand are all up and down the kid’s thighs in the crotch and everythang. We pull up to here place and we make out something heavy and I’m losing track of time. My Korean lady is calling and just when I think its over and about to get to moving on she dives in like she’s about to blow the kids dome up and I’m ready for it! But wait she just opens up my pants then lets her seat back strips off her stretchy pants and goes in on herself!

I mean full blown masturbation.

In my mind I know I got to get this into the house and I do and we are back to making out in the door to the living room couch. I got the key at the pearly gates of Venus trying to make the key fit. I find the right keyhole and the key is just about no the key is in not all the way but enough! With a deep gasp ole girls sobers up, wakes up, or catches wind of whats about to happen and digs her nails into the back of my neck and says “No Reem you can’t be fuckin me; not like this” WTF! I’m in you! Now is not time to be saying no! I’m in you  not all the way but still in you can I finish?

Well I didn’t say anything like that but I thought it as she went into a emotional spill about whatever. I understand NO and even being intoxicated but I don’t think anyone is ever so intoxicated that they would just masterbate in the front seat of the drivers car then non verbally invite them into the house for more foreplay, let the guy get you undressed and ready to fuck…

Please if its not your intention to go all the way that night or any night please pump your breaks at the car door or the house door! I’m a good dude and take pride in that but WTF if I was just some asshole this could have ended badly! This shit wasn’t even really a date it was some shit that happened. Kind of like Biggie “I got a story to tell”

If he don’t give you Saturday night, he ain’t that into you!

Ever thought about why????The Friday night date was fun, but after that date, he never tried to put any moves on me. No kiss, nothing. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was holding back because we seemed to be getting along so well.The Friday night date was fun, but after that date, he never tried to put any moves on me. No kiss, nothing. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was holding back because we seemed to be getting along so well.

It’s a lesson that goes way back…

About five years ago, I’d met this doctor through an online dating service. After we’d done the whole e-mailing bit, he’d called me to set up dinner for Thursday night. Off to a good start ;)

The night we met up for dinner was fabulous. We were getting along great. He even paid me a follow-up call the next day to make plans for the next weekend. Those plans ended up being a movie on a Friday night. By that point, I totally thought I’d scored! A doctor? Friday night? WHOOP WHOOP!

The Friday night date was fun, but after that date, he never tried to put any moves on me. No kiss, nothing. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was holding back because we seemed to be getting along so well.

But oK, fine. Friday night date….I was moving up the ladder.

The next time he’d asked me out was for a Sunday afternoon semi-formal jazz concert in the city. I remember thinking…”Wow, he’s asking me out to a more formal event…I’m totally in with this guy”.Once again, we had a lovely time on the date.

Afterwards, he ended the night with a hug. WTF? Was he gay???

OK, now something was wrong. I mean, it was the third date and no kiss?

So that night, I had to see what was up.

I called him and said, “Listen, this may be kind of an awkward subject, but I have to tell you that the next time we see each other, I have to kiss you.”

He replied hesitantly, “Well, you know what I wanted to tell you tonight? I am seeing someone else and we’ve decided that we’re going to start seeing each other seriously now. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how…”

OMG, I was stunned. But I handled it well. I congratulated him and wished him luck. After all, he had taken me on three great dates.

Unfortunately, this was a rough lesson to take. But it is so true and it applies to both guys and girls. Like my favorite matchmaker Patti Stanger said, “If he doesn’t give you Saturday night, he’s not that into you”.

And in this case, not only was he not into me, but he had a girl on the backburer too.

PSYCHO alert!

This goes way back, but it’s a crazy story so I must tell…

Way back in school there was this guy who had taken a very obvious interest in me. I really can’t remember how we’d met, but every time I saw him, he’d always make a point to talk to me about some thing or another. The problem was that this guy was weird. I mean, socially awkward weird.

But me and my cordial self thought that it wouldn’t be very nice to ignore him. I mean he may have been weird, but I was certain that he was harmless.

As we came to talk more and more, we finally got to the the point where we became “friends”. I put that in quotations because looking back, he was never my friend. But we were friendly enough that we spoke on the phone at times.

About a year later, I moved to New York. Although I made no effort to keep in touch with him, he made a point to keep in touch with me. At some point, he had asked for my address. I figured he wanted to send me a letter or something (this was way before e-mail became popular, by the way).

So I gave it to him.

After I recited my address, he responded, “I’m gonna come visit you in New York, ok?”. I innocently said, “ok”.

Now, when someone says they’re gonna come visit, I usually take it in a rhetorical way. Like, they’re just putting it out there, right? Well that’s what I thought. And in any case, someone who is really planning to visit usually makes an effort to coordinate their schedule with mine and make sure everything is ok before they arrive.

Low and behold, a couple weeks later, my doorbell was ringing. I looked out the front window and who was it? None other than weirdo himself!

And you know what was even worse????

He came by car.

Yep, that’s right. He DROVE all the way from California to New York.

Do I even have to say it?….PSYCHO!

What did I do?

Ignore his crazy ass.

There was no way I was gonna let him in. He didn’t clear his visit with me in any way, shape, or form. He didn’t let me know he was coming, so he damn sure wasn’t getting in my front door!

I really don’t know what the lesson is here.

Just don’t share your personal information with people, especially someone you’re not really close with–Give him your email address and be done with it.

There’s more to this story, trust me. I’ll stop there and continue later…