I met Charles at a rowdy bar…his pick. I hit the bathroom first as I didn’t see my 6’5” date among the crowd. In the bathroom I got a text:
“Do you have a furry purse?” Charles wrote.
I thought that was weird…I never saw a 6’5” guy in the bar. When I proceeded to come out, there Charles was. I thought it rather strange but I ignored it. He proceeded to tell me that he had seen me walking outside up the street as I had described what I would be wearing and had driven by and yelled my name but I didn’t hear him. He had parked right up around the corner to the right, he said, when I inquired further. Hmmm…so somehow he had the time to park in between this in a busy beach town with no parking? Okay, this was officially lie #1 and 2 but I didn’t know it yet.
He offered me a Chardonnay which I accepted even though I preferred an appetizer which I had told him before. But when you’re packed in like sardines with people yelling all around you, all you can do is drink.
“It’s a zoo in here,” I commented.
But Charles wanted to stay. Was this cool? I don’t think so. But, I began to learn it would be all about what Charles wanted. You see, as I was standing there in 4 inch heels on a date, mind you, not clubbing, I wanted to sit down. As Charles patrolled the bar with his eyes it was clear we would not be sitting down for a long time, so I kindly asked some people at a four-top who appeared to be leaving if they could let us know when so we could sit there. And they did, and we did, until the hostess came by and claimed this table was reserved and we were booted. Charles was growing antsier about getting a place to sit at the bar as he had invited me to have dinner with him now. I mentioned asking the hostess for a table, but he said:
“I don’t want a table.”
And he said it about three times in a row. Wow, ok, let’s not upset Mr. 6’5”. So finally we got seats at the bar and at the time I didn’t notice it until later analysis, but apparently Charles wanted to watch the remainder of the basketball game. I didn’t notice at the time because Charles seemed to have all his focus on me…
Now being 6’5” Charles couldn’t have it all. No, not a the seat at the bar and elbow room. Come on, people. What did the dude want? To have his cake and to eat it too? So Charles was clearly irritated being squeezed into a tight spot and I always want my dates to feel comfortable (don’t I sound like a guy?). So I asked the girl to my right if she could move over a tad. And her PMSing bitchola personality took over:
“I’ve already moved over a lot. In fact, you keep hitting me with your elbow,” bitchola said, rolling her eyes.
Oh, I’m sorry, are you on the rag? I thought. Are you upset because you’re not a date since as you’ve got such a warm, dazzling personality? Meanwhile her friend to the right of her kept silent. Remember that friend as she comes back into play later.
“What a bitch,” I growled under my breath but within ear shot so that bitchola could hear as we stared each other down. Oh great, I was thinking, I’ve never had a fight with a girl or anyone for that matter anywhere and here this 6’5” dude is going to get me into trouble? Oh yes, because Charles was pursing his lips, clearly irritated that the girl to his left who was not sitting but standing and squeezing in was giving him no arm room. Ok, this is not a BMW and it does not come equipped with arm room. What did El Jerkoff expect? Yeah, by now I was getting somewhat irritated so I told him he should say something but he said no. Surprise, surprise. His way again.
“I’ll say something,” I said.
“No, don’t,” he said.
I tapped the girl’s shoulder and said in a friendly voice, “Excuse me, would you mind moving over a couple inches. He’s just big and so tossed for room.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I will totally move away,” she politely said, unlike bitchola, and started to back away when I noticed the good looking guy she had been talking to. Now, remember him too, dear reader, as he comes back into play as well.
“No, no, stay there, just a little more room would help,” I said and she nudged her way back in politely thanking me. I’m thinking I don’t own the space so no need to thank me but what a sparse contrast with bitchola who clearly thought she owned her space or the entire bar for that matter.
Charles finally seemed to be able to breathe. He said he didn’t eat a lot…y’all kidding? ‘Cause you look home grown from those corn fields, Charlie! But I guess not, so we shared a big salad. Big spender. Yeah. After sharing a second Chardonnay which I had just started drinking:
Charles said , “Hurry, hurry and finish that wine.”
Now, this was curious, I was thinking I’m not a hooker and it’s 10:30pm on a Friday night so what would be the hurry? Well, Charles had mentioned during dinner heading to bars near his place several miles away then he just mentioned his place. I gave excuses galore and said I just preferred to stay here, but Charles as you already know wasn’t the listening type. In fact, I soon came up with a name for him, the Selfish Voyeur as he quickly turned creepy.
He paid and we left the bar and were walking up the hill to the first stop light. I thought: where is this guy taking me? Never a good thought unless you want to end up on the 5 o’clock news or on the Investigation Discovery channel. I would rather wrestle a crocodile than this guy, I was thinking. So I stopped at the light and said:
“Where are we going?”
“I’m going to walk you to your car,” the Selfish Voyeur said.
“I can’t drive. I’ll get a DUI,” I said which was so true and what I warned him of before. He knew I was a lightweight.
“Ok, I’ll drive you to my house and we can have a drink on my balcony overlooking Malibu.”
“I don’t go to guy’s houses that I don’t know.”
“I’m not like that. I’m safe.”
Yeah right, I thought, as I remembered his strange irritation in the bar and looked at his 6’5” football frame.
“I’m not comfortable with that.”
“Well, what are you going to do then?”
“I’m going to go out to some bars here I guess; it’s only 10:30pm on a Friday night.”
“I’ve never had a date not want to spend more time with me.”
“Well, you’re welcome to hang out with me and go to another bar. I just can’t drive.”
“I told you I would drive you. I don’t want to go to another bar,” said the Selfish Voyeur. “Just so you know when a guy takes you out for drinks and dinner and then you say you’re going out afterward, he’ll never call you again, but you probably already know that.”
“So what are you saying? You’ll never call me again?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” the Selfish Voyeur said in a huff and quickly crossed the street straight ahead.
Now at the time I didn’t think about it but wasn’t his car to the right? As I started to turn right and walk a few steps, I peered back and saw the Selfish Voyeur standing at the next crosslight now looking to cross to the left. I took out my phone and started calling my friend as I was officially stranded. Thanks, jackass date!
Then suddenly a text appeared.
“Who’s on the phone?” the Selfish Voyeur wrote.
Suddenly I felt like I was being watched with binoculars. I no longer saw him anywhere. With nothing else to do, I texted the Selfish Voyeur back, not that I had to explain myself yet somehow was trying to be nice.
“A gf to hang out with. Like I mentioned I would have hung out later but you didn’t want to go to another bar. I couldn’t drive and risk a DUI. Thank you for the yummy dinner and good conversation. Sorry if you took me staying out the wrong way but I don’t go home with guys I don’t know.”
What I really wanted to say was that it was a booty call, jerk. But the truth is that’s not my style and it wasn’t. But clearly that’s what he was thinking.
Meanwhile I walked a few more steps and crouched in between a store entry way, you know, like squatters do. Yeah, I was feeling homeless about this point and my excuse was my 4 inch heels were hurting me from standing all night. I even had guys walking by saying hi and looking down at me. Oh lordie. This is when my friend decided she could not go out and I was laughing and saying,
“You don’t want me to get abducted, do you?”
“I hardly think that will happen by the beach,” she said laughing, which was true in this upscale beach community.
So I wandered aimlessly back toward the bar where the incident with the Selfish Voyeur had gone down. As I was walking down the hill in my towering heels trying not to skid down, the alcohol blur suddenly had me freely speaking to people and remembering certain events. The good looking guy from the stool to our left was standing on the sidewalk.
“Hey, weren’t you sitting next to us at the bar?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Where’s your date?”
“Oh him. He left in a huff and was acting kind of creepy.”
As good looking guy consoled me, he offered me to join a private going away party at another restaurant bar in front of us and I gladly obliged. As I sat down in the booth with him and his many friends, suddenly I got another text.
“You went to someone’s house? Told u I didn’t want to go to a bar also and you would have enjoyed appratife on my deck with Malibu view.”
Are you kidding me? The Selfish Voyeur was now freaking me out. This dude was so possessive, jealous, and delirious, he clearly was dangerous. I’m not property you own after a first date where we split a salad, jerk. These weren’t scallops, and even then, I cannot be bought!
Meanwhile, a girl sat down next to me in the booth and it was the quiet girl who had been sitting to the right of us at the bar.
“Wait, weren’t you sitting next to me and my date at xyz Bar?” I asked.
“Yeah. Oh I’m so sorry about my friend. She can be a real bitch. I don’t know why she gets like that. So what happened to your date?”
As her and I exchange pleasantries or should we call this horribltries about the Selfish Voyeur, we started comparing notes. In fact, Charles had been there before I had, she was sure of it, as he was talking to someone behind her within earshot distance about his divorce and plowing himself with liquor. Nice. Lie #3. So he really had been there before me. And why lie? Weird.
I texted him back.
“You were cheated on, right? So was I and it sucks, but you can’t make someone new pay for someone else’s crime.”
“Huh?” he wrote.
“I’ve never been cheated on nor on a date where someone isn’t excited about spending time with me. You have?”
Lie #4 which I did not remember until later but Charles had divulged to me in a previous conversation that he had gotten divorced because she had cheated on him. Surprise, surprise.
“You certainly act that way. You ask a lot of questions that come across as possessive and you seem to not listen to what others want. You didn’t want a table. You wanted me to go home with you. What about what makes me comfortable? Your ego is apparently hurt but I won’t apologize for not being a slut. I would have seen you again, but with all this drama after just one date, I’m not interested. I wish you the best. Take care.”
“U assume coming to any guy’s house is sex-related? Shows something about your lifestyle. I’m not like that if it’s your deal. I’m a guy, we are paying and we are in control…Unless you like weak. I mean not interested either…Not even from the beginning. Model? Lol. Good luck.”
“Right, that’s why you wanted me to go home with you. A gentleman never asks a woman home if he has any etiquette. Your ego is obviously very bruised. And you sling mud too talking about my looks and lifestyle? Wow. Thanks for showing me your ugly side early on and saving me wasted time. Do not ever contact me again.”
Wow, so now this guy found a new one, instead of my age it’s that I model. Yes, let’s make fun of something new as we grasp for straws. Funny, as he complimented me on my figure when I arrived and told me I looked much younger than my age then invited me to dinner, then to his house. Oh yes, pardonez-moi, it’s the rejection hatred coming out once again. And I had no idea going home with a guy on a Friday night meant playing dominos while you sipped that aperitif (learn how to spell, muscle head). Oh but next time, I’ll remember to bring my Monopoly board game and shove it up your ass! Ah, the feeling.
Wake up-Call: Any guy that watches your every move from afar and insists on having things his way and getting you to his place is dangerous. You could be steps away from being accosted. Stay away!