I feel a draft-Natasha

So unlike Francesca, I am still engulfed in the hideous world of dating. Over the past few years, I have tried to open my horizons and look at people and not only physical appearances, it never really worked, so I'm going back to my roots. My tag line is "you must be this tall to ride this ride" and I'm only 5'8" maybe a little more, so it shouldn't be that hard to find a guy 5'10" or taller. I've always found myself attracted to tall guys with light eyes... I don't know everyone has there thing right? Well, about a two weeks ago I met this guy, He was really attractive (1/2 Italian 1/2 Dominican, about 6'2 with green eyes) Totally fit into the "type" category, we talk every night for about a week, and plan to go out to dinner on a Thursday night. He lives in Boston, so I tell him I will go there so that we have more of a selection on what to do. So I break out the trusty GPS, and head into the Ghetto (apparently he doesn't live in the Italian part of town... great, locked doors.... check) I get to his house after about 15 left turns with the GPS, I'm thinking to myself... "Look kids Big Ben, Parliament" and he hops in so can show me where to park my brand new car... after a few more lefts... gotta love Boston streets. My car is parked behind his house. I hear people yelling and playing Domino's... "Oh geez, what did I get myself into now" He says he will drive, and opens my car door... Bonus point for chivalry :) When I get in his car, not only does he have a club on the steering wheel, he has the kind of club for the pedal. I ask him, if I should take some precautions for my own car, he assures me that it will be fine. Ok, I drive an 07 Civic, the most stolen car in America, I'm parking in the ghetto and you're telling me I don't need a club, or even offering to let me borrow yours till we get back. Chivalry point gone, looks like we are back to an even playing field. We had to the Cheesecake factory for dinner, He opens doors, pulls out my chair, looks at my eyes not my chest while talking... again bringing him above the average date I've been on lately. When dinner is was over we discussed what to do... it was 100 fing degree's so we decide to go to his house and watch a movie in the ac... he was very respectful, we just kinda relaxed and talked. Then a few drinks later, I decided that he deserved a little kiss... (chivalry and liquor works wonders, take a note on that one boys) We end up making out for a few minutes... when he gets a little to into it... and smacks my butt.... ok, not something I was to comfortable about on a first date, but whatev.... a few minutes later he does it again... this time... he immediately stops kissing me, and is like... OMFG, i just made your pants rip.... WOAH you did what, my favorite pair of jeans... i know you were into it... but come on... I suddenly feel a draft so I immediately run to try and find a mirror... OK, not to bad, but its time for me to go, so it won't get worse on the way home... His comment to me was, I'm so sorry, what size are you and I will go and replace them... nice thought, but never ask a women her weight or size, (again please take notes on that men) my comment to him was thanks for dinner, I'll call you... two weeks later, jeans have been replaced, and so has the guy.... LOL