The OP was obviously dressed like he wanted it, so what did he expect?
As a guy who sometimes puts out on the first date, I now feel dirty and used. I mean that in a good way.
I’m sure the Dockers and long-sleeved shirt really said he was giving it away.
Damn pleated slacks. It drives women insane.
It’s Human Nature to attempt to guilt the other party, to make them feel bad because they didn’t give you what you wanted, as a means of manipulating them into doing something they clearly don’t want to do and to get them to change their answer.
Don’t own that guilt. No one needs to feel bad about saying no over any issue.
If anything, consider it another strike against her. She attempted to make you the villain of the story for saying no. That’s not someone I’d be interested in knowing.
I do
Sounds to me like she didn’t like them. That’s why she was trying to get them off of you.
Au contraire, she probably wanted to keep them for herself.
Women who get pissy if you don’t want to have sex with them (what are you, gay?) should be put on a rocket with the men who get pissy when you don’t want want to have sex with them (bitch, I spent all this money on you!) and fired into the last century.
That said, there’s no way to know if your date wants to have sex unless you ask, and there’s no inherent moral superiority in waiting - you have your comfort level and she has hers. Sounds like the two of you might not be terribly compatible, though.
Complete aside - Paul, I’m in Frederick, too, and I’m going to miss your Dopefest. If you feel like hanging out with a random cool stranger for sex-free* dinner one night, my email is in my profile.
mischievous
*not free sex
Er if theres any fit women reading this I AM a piece of meat and I’m prepared to put up with being treated like it.
Its a cross I’ve learned to bear.
DAMN my goodlooks!
DAMN them to heck and back!
Then she lacks taste as well as sense–no woman alive ever looked good in pleated slacks. I think the OP had a near miss and should be counting his blessings.
Coupled with string-backed driving gloves, a sensible navy blue blazer and comfortable grey slip-ons? I’m not surprised she tried to jump your bones.
Seriously Paul, judging by some of your recent threads things haven’t been great with you romance-wise, and I can understand that perhaps she was a bit more forward than you are currently comfortable with, but fucks sake dude - sometimes sex is just sex, a safe harbour in a storm-swept life, particularly when the parties involved are world-weary adults. Don’t be scared of intimacy.
I wondered for a moment if you were going to change your user name, but then it occurred that Paul in Frederick probably wouldn’t serve you well in meeting a lady online or do much to prove you don’t fuck on first.
Hmm. I thought it was a parody.
Exactly.
See, Paul? Better off without her.
Dammit, man! What color? Brand name? Purchased where?
Well, if it was, then he’s found a great way to get some of us women sitting up and paying attention to him, hasn’t he?
I actually thought it was a parody until he said he felt like a jerk. Then he had my sympathy. I know a couple of guys who have been in this role-reversal type of situation where someone was being sexually aggressive and they weren’t interested, and they just didn’t know how to handle it.
But if it was parody, then yeah, I fell for it. I just hope he respects me in the morning. As Shamrock posted “Wow. Dinner, movie, Barnes and Noble, AND no pressure for sex right out of the gate. Where have you been all my life?”
Quite the picky one aintcha?
Listen ladies, I don’t care if you’re fit or not, you can have a face like a bag of rusty hammers for all I care, tits down to and past your knees, stretch marks , moles, warts, boils and any other blemish…I am not a fussy guy…at 66 I can’t afford to be 
What I am is fuckin’ desperate, you can treat me like a piece of meat, you can treat me like a doormat, fuck, you can shit in my navel and call it chocolate mousse if you want.
So how y’all doing 
It’s a dream come true, you old fucking silver tongued rogue!
wishes I was a chick
mmmm…rusty hammers b