B/M/26. Dental student
So this date happened to take place when I was on vacation in Nashville Tennessee. I was having a great trip with some old friends and I went out one night w an old gf of mine and a couple of her gf's. We decided to go to a dance club and have a good time. Dance clubs aren't normally my scene, but I really do love to dance. Plus I'm on vacation!!! I grabbed myself a cocktail and headed towards the dance floor!
As girls will be girls we were having us an inappropriate time by grabbing on to the railing and shaking our booty's up and down, driving the perverts crazy. It was hilarious. Well out of the corner of my eye I spotted this really sexy black man who was sitting down by himself. Honestly looked like he was about to fall asleep. I wanted that! So I went up to him and just started dancing on him. Next thing you know he was awake and was actually really sweet. I was bold and asked to exchange numbers and said, "you're taking me out tomorrow!"
Then the girls grabbed my hand and drug me out of there and we bar hopped the rest of the night. At the last bar we ended up at called "Loosers" a guy dared me to do 100 pushups in a row, so of course I did. Took me a while, but with a little effort and a lot of sweat I did it! I was definitely gonna feel that in the morning!
I woke up the next morning with a text from the guy at the club, Mr. September, which said he thought I looked really beautiful last night and was excited to see me today. Good way to start a morning. :). I wasn't quite sure what the plan was, but I knew I was going to be watching football that day. I invited him out with my gf and her hubby who I was staying with but he didn't feel comfortable. He wanted it to just be us. I told him I wasn't sure if that would happen because my gf and I traveled a long way to see each other and she was my first priority.
Needless to say the night got pretty wild. I wasnt drinking at all that night mind you, but we somehow ended up at another gentlemens establishment. Yes, it was myself, my gf, and her hubby. Good times. They got married last year and she was on a mission to get her hubby a lap dance and so I came along for the ride. It was pretty comical. At one point she excused herself and left me with her hubby to "pick out" the lucky lady.
Once we finally picked her out, my gf and her husband and I all went into the back room while her and I sat on a couch kitty corner from him as we got to watch his lap dance take place. It was pretty sexy, I'm not gonna lie, but if that were my husband I think I would have probably been a little jealous, if not a lot. But my gf was really cool about it and they were ready to go back to the hotel (where I was also staying in the room).... So my plan was to give them some time alone while I hung out in the hotel bar.
I had never met up with Mr. September that day so I asked him to meet me there at my hotel bar. This way I was already home and safe. Well when we got there, my gf and her hubby went up to their room and I saw that the hotel bar was closed already. It was just midnight and was shut down. Pickles!
Mr September was already there and offered to take me back to his place and hang out if I wanted. I said on 2 conditions: 1. If you promise to take me home. And 2. If you feed me. I was hungry! Done deal!
We were back at his pad and I was in heaven eating a bagel w cream cheese and some chips and salsa. Good times. :) we had a really nice conversation and he was telling me about his struggles getting into dental school. He was from the west coast too(San Fran)so we seemed to have similar views on things. We laughed a little and had a good time but it was getting late so I should probably head back now.
We get in the car with the intention of stopping at McDonald's to pick up my gf some fries, and then we hear this weird eerie constant beep. So we both check to see if our seatbelts were undone, and we were both strapped in. What the heck. It's ringing in our ears. Is it outside??? We roll down our windows and it's definitely coming from outside, but souds like it's coming from all directions. Something is not right... We turn on the radio. And there's a muffled man's voice, telling us to get inside and to stay away from all windows. It's a Tornado warming. Holy crap. We instantly turn back around to his place. We are freaking out.
We run upstairs to his room and are standing near the closet. Both of our eyes watering in panic. This is both of our first tornado warnings. We don't even know each other. We were going to try and turn on some music but the internet is down. Mr. September has some berry flavored vodka he offers me. Yes please! My phone is about to die, but before it does, I'm hey-telling my gf back at her hotel. For those of you who don't know what "Hey-Tell" is, it's basically a walkie talkie function on the I-Phone and the Android. It's basically instant voice messaging, like a text but with your voice. It's pretty cool! Anyway, my gf is "Hey-telling" me updates on the tornado heading our direction, etc. Before my phone died I gave her this guy's contact info just in case something were to happen.
So here we are, my phone's dead. The sirens are still going off and we are drinking Berry Vodka. Might as well enjoy ourselves. We ended up having a blast. We started singing all of the old theme songs to cartoons we used to watch growing up. I think Darkwing Duck was even thrown in there. Full House, Step By Step, Family Matters, Power Rangers, Captain Planet. All of the classics. Then we sang Boys 2 Men together, and Mariah Carey. It was out of control but we were laughing and having a reall fun time.
He kissed me. It was nice. But I didn't really know this guy. The kissing went on for a little bit, but as much fun as I was having I wasn't really into it. So I tried to stop, and he started getting more and more aggressive. He got out of control aggressive. I will leave out the details, but needless to say the night didn't end well. I was crying on the ride back home, and he was apologizing. He seemed sincerely sorry, but I didn't know this guy and told him he'd never hear from me again. He was sad, but mostly upset with himself for getting out of hand. Which he should have been.
It was maybe 5 in the morning when I got back to the hotel and they let me in. I went straight to the shower so I could cry some more and so my gf and her hubby wouldn't hear me. The next morning I tried to play it cool and act like nothing happened, but ended up coming clean later that night.
Mr. September texted me the next day apologizing again and telling me he felt like one of my softball girls who were in trouble. He told me how much fun he had with me and that he would never forget that night and hoped I could forgive him some day. I didn't respond.
A couple of weeks later I recived another text from him telling me that he tried to forget about me, and just couldn't and that he was so so sorry. Well it wasn't just 1 text message. That message was sent to me repeatedly over the next hour non-stop. I had over 300 of the same messages from this guy. It was freaking me out. I tried to figure out a way to block his number. There had to be an I-Phone App for that. But nothing was working. Finally I just pretended that I blocked his number, and I started replying back with "Your number has been blocked. Message 777." Eventually it ended and I haven't heard from him since. Phew.
To be honest, I think I wasn't really into that date to begin with because I was thinking about someone else back home. Someone who I'd already been out with...
To be continued...
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