The Dirty Talker

Firefighters are stereotypically attractive. They help people, fight fires, risk their lives, are compassionate, are disciplined, are hardworking and sometimes total jerks.

Yes, another online encounter, what else?  It was summertime when we went on our date. I lived right downtown, so we met on the street near my house. It was not at all sketchy, although it sounds that way. He pulled up in a big "souped-up" truck and hopped out. He seemed very polite, and quite charming.

I had been chatting with him a bit prior to our date, so I knew the basics. We walked around for a while and then he took me to dinner. We were having a nice time with some great conversation. During our conversation, he asked me if I had any tattoos. I told him "yes", described my pieces and then asked him. He was wearing a polo shirt, and I could see that he had one poking out of his sleeve. He pulled up his sleeve and showed me. He had a nice shoulder piece. The one thing that stood out was a name. It was a boy's name, so of course I inquired. He told me that he had a son. Now, this was the first I heard of him having a child, so that was a bit surprising. Although surprising, I knew that the longer I was single and dating, the more I'd meet men who could have had children in previous relationships. What he told me next was more shocking that I had expected. His son was 17. 17, people! That would have made him a teenager when he had a child. I tried to keep it together and continue the date with no judgments.

After dinner, we walked some more and sort of bar hopped. The more drinks I drank, the more fun I was having, of course. We laughed and talked and had a great rest of the evening. As we walked back to his truck, he held my hand. It was really sweet.... but only for a second.  Once we got back to his truck, I attempted to give him a hug goodnight and he proceeded to jam his tongue in my mouth. What is with that?!? I seriously have had that happen to me multiple times. And each time, it never gets less gross or surprising. I pulled away and he held me close for a hug before he released me.  If things weren't already weird, this is when it got really weird! He started talking dirty to me, words I will never repeat, and grinding up on my legs. I couldn't help but laugh, because it was so unbelievable. I think he was offended by my reaction. But it was all so ridiculous to me. I politely shook his hand, went home alone and never called him again.

Lesson: Dirty talk really turns me off.