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Internet dating turned me into a fickle person. I continually changed my mind. I’m not dating, I am dating, I only go on coffee dates, okay I’ll go to dinner. I just couldn’t make up my mind about anything. I hadn’t failed to notice I had become fickle, I just didn’t care. A week after being fed up I was back online, because I had turned into a dating junkie.
I began exchanging emails with Stephen. We emailed each other for several days. We met for coffee and a walk on the beach. We had mild chemistry. We sat down on the beach together and very abruptly Stephen asked me for sex. He just blurted it out. Can we have sex now?
Unbeknownst to Stephen, I plan ahead for these situations by wearing ugly underwear, but I’m never prepared for how suddenly or frequently men just say, hey lets have sex right now. It must work sometimes because so many men are using this tactic. I wonder what the success rate is for just asking strange women for sex. Even if he wanted to have sex, I assumed it was a badly placed joke.
He killed the mild chemistry as soon as he asked. I tried to laugh it off but he started to grope at me. I knew in his mind, he was seductively touching me, but it was unpermitted touching. I didn’t want to have sex with him, but I thought it was extra inconsiderate to ask while we were on sand. No one wants sand in their vagina. I told him to stop touching me and that I didn’t want to have sex with him. He got pushy so I got up and left.
After I walked off the beach, I turned to see he was still sitting there looking toward the water. He did not turn around or follow me. I didn’t plan on going out with him again. He didn’t have my real email because I had used the email services provided by the dating site and I hadn’t given him my burner phone number yet.
I forgot about Stephen and then something strange happened. I came back from a lunch break at work and my manager said my boyfriend had stopped by. She said he couldn’t come by, it was unprofessional. I cut her off and explained I wasn’t seeing anyone. She insisted he said boyfriend. I was kind of perplexed. I had not told any of my dates where I worked or lived. I had managed to conceal my information from pretty much everyone. She described him to me and I instantly thought of Stephen but assured her I was single.
I put it out of my mind, I didn’t have time to worry about it. Later that afternoon, my work phone rang and I picked it up to discover it was Stephen. Stephen had called me at work. I asked how he knew where I worked. He simply ignored the question and kept talking. I asked again how he knew where I worked and he said,
“Don’t worry, I know everything I need to know about you.”
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