Leg Humper - Francesca

Well, it's been a few days, and no word from Javier...guess things didn't go as well as I thought. It's probably for the best, as I'm not ready for a relationship, but it's still kind of frustrating when you don't hear back. I've taken to deleting phone numbers if I don't talk to someone in a few days, since it's so hard to keep people straight, and it prevents me from accidentally calling someone I don't want to. But last night was an interesting one. I went out with Brad, a guy that is 30, but reminds me more of the guys I knew in college. He was pretty cute, but...that was as far as anything went. He laughed at everything I said, and seemed interested, so I decided it was worth hanging out longer than a couple drinks. We ended up at my place after dinner to watch movies, and I realized we had run out of anything to talk about. But, I am one to make the best of any situation. I am slightly superficial in my dating standards now, and the kid is pretty cute, and I've had a couple drinks, so I decide I may as well make out with him and have fun. Within seconds of kissing him, I wonder why I started. He's a horrible kisser...one of those slobbering types. I thought that by their 30s guys would have had some experience and be better than the kid I kissed on the track outside my junior high when I was 13. To make matters worse, he then started humping my leg. If it's not cute when a dog does it, why in the world would you think it's appropriate on a date? I started to try to wrap it up and be nice about it. Why I still felt an obligation to be polite, I don't know. I really just need to find the need to let people know how terrible of a date they are at the moment, but it's more fun to write about it afterwords. Anyway, I can scratch Brad off as a potential second dater. On to the next first date...