Scooby-Doo Where are you?

I had joined Match and met Sean and our first date at a local Mexican restaurant went well.  He was a partner or so he said in an mail advertising flyer company.  He was from the San Francisco area and had moved to LA recently.

So when he called for a second date I was sure it would be fun. He said a friend was borrowing his car so he needed me to pick him up.  I said sure.  I picked him up and we went to the theater.  The movie did not start for another hour. So we went next door to PF Changs for a cocktail.  Conversation was easy and I was still thinking things were going well.  The one flag was when I told him I had gone to do laundry. He said I should have invited him.  I thought that was a bit creepy.

We went to the theater got some concessions and watched Bruce Willis Die Hardest or whatever.  My mistake came when the movie was over and I did not want to stand in line. So I thought I could wait and we left.  I went to drop him off and realized I needed to use the restroom.  He said I could use his bathroom.

His place was super small and a studio. I went to the bathroom and went to leave.  He hugged me and gave me a hug and as I pulled away a giant lick up the side of my face. Just like Scooby Doo I was waiting for Ashton Kucher to pop out and say I was Punked.  If that was not enough as I pulled away he grabbed me by my arms and lifted me up and threw me on the bed and then he was on top of me.  In true South Side Chicago Girl form I hit his chest as hard as I could with both hands. I said DUDE what the fuck are you doing? He said what is wrong? You came up here? I said to pee. I got the hell out of there as fast as possible.

Next time I would pee myself before allowing that to happen.

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