A long time ago, I went out with this one woman. We had dinner then went to a couple of clubs. Looking back, she must of have been a pretty serious alcoholic; she was flirty and really interested in me when it was time to order more drinks or go to another bar, but off in space otherwise. I was thinking with the wrong parts so I tolerated the spacy part and ate up the flirty ones.
We went back to her place and
she passed out while I was going down on her, but before we did anything else, so I got up, got dressed and left.
I have never been either, but, there was a time when ‘that feeling’ was something of litmus test for knowing it was time to end the relationship.
As in, we’re out somewhere and I see the door and think, “I could be out that door and gone, no conflict, no rehash, no awkward!” Tempting, but I never gave in to it. But I always knew, ‘It’s time.’
Once I was talking to my boyfriend of 5 yrs, on the phone, and found myself fighting the almost irresistible urge to just hang up. I wasn’t angry, we weren’t fighting, I just didn’t want to hear his voice or his crap any more.
You’re probably not coming back to the thread and I really wasn’t going for the dog-pile. I am surprised that none of your dates has ever Google’d the book and dropped spoilers about it and its ending to you as the entrees arrive though.
I stayed behind after a lunch w/ friends at a pub in Ann Arbor and a handsome guy bought me a drink. He brought it over, we started chatting, sort of hitting it off though he clearly had a buzz going. After a few minutes he asked my age and I suggested he guess. He got it within a year (mid 30’s) and I asked how he knew.
“I can see how the skin on your neck is *just *starting to sag near your collarbone.”
Stunned smile on my face I excused myself to the ladies’ room and kept going out the back door.
This may not fit the ‘ditching’ definition as he watched me leave, but right after my divorce I met a FOAF at a cider mill for a get-to-know-you outing. I wore my wedding rings on my right hand and he asked if they were ‘family jewels’. I explained what they were and he sneered, “I’m Catholic and I would never marry someone that’s divorced.”
Me: “Have a great life.” Picked up my purse and cleared out. Too many wasps around anyway.
I struck up a long range friendship with a woman. Everything was going great. I was totally honest with her. We texted, talked, emailed. Some phone sex. We really hit it off. I flew out to meet her. Almost immediately it started going bad. She reacted badly to almost everything I said. I just can’t explain how uncomfortable it got. She was turning bitchier every minute. I called up the airline and told her I was leaving early. She did drive me to the aitport at least. She blocked me from facebook and I assume she blocked my number. Never heard from her again. About a week later I met my girlfriend.
I had a similar experience but that’s for a different thread…
Never ditched but was really tempted to once.
Blind date but with description so I knew generally what to look for and expect. We were meeting at a coffee place at a mall and as I was driving up I saw someone who… I just knew was the woman. I was not taken with her. She did nothing for me and was dressed well, not like flatteringly or even showing a bit of effort even for a coffee date. I had to park in the garage and then truck to the coffee place. I had a good ten minutes to think about it but ultimately I went through with it. It wasn’t awful. We went out again and I actually turned her down for sex…that’s how not into this woman I was.
I’ve been stood up on a few blind dates. I try not to get too upset about it- why would I want to be with somebody that would do that?
If the date looks like a flop, i’ll just start talking about video games as though the woman cared/knew what I was talking about. Either she knows what I’m talking about or I get to enjoy the sound of my own voice. Win-win
I went with my then boyfriend to a cottage weekend with a group of people that he knew, but I knew only one or two and not very well. First day was fun, but the next morning, boyfriend started drinking. He wasn’t an unpleasant drunk, but continued to drink all day and all night. I went to bed around midnight, sometime later they poured him, drunk and reeking into bed next to me.
I woke up early the next morning before anyone else. I wanted nothing to do with my drunken dickhead boyfriend, was pissed off at him and dreaded having to put on a happy face and spend the next day there with him. Another woman had gotten up and we started to talk. She wasn’t happy with how her date had been treating her either. I mused about just getting into my car and driving back to the city before anyone else woke up. She told me she’d go with me. That was all I needed. I grabbed my stuff and we drove back together leaving both our dates to find their own way home.
Not nice I suppose, but it was the beginning of the end of my relationship with DDBF. It limped along for a few more weeks, but I was done. No idea what happened to the other woman and her date, I didn’t know her and never ran into her again.
