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Just about the same time that I met this fine young man, for my first ‘dating younger guys‘ experience, I also met a very abled ‘Don’. He looked and acted like he owned the whole freaking City with his Sicilian looks. Infact we created nicknames for our selves over the few weeks that we were dating – I called him the Don, he called me Donna..Uggh bless!!! ’Rubbish’ would be the most appropriate word with hindsight!
Here’s the thing: – The first day that I met him, he sounded all charming. Gosh he pulled out all the stops, knowing very well that I’m into all things Sicilian. On the surface, he was saying the right things and doing the right things and although I wasn’t swooning all over him, he still had my attention. Our first date was in a simple dinner which I loved very much because it was simply unpretentious and the conversation was pretty spot on.
He pursued with texts and phone calls after the first date and managed, somehow, to get his second date, the week after. Again nowhere pretentious, just great conversation over dinner in a less busy restaurant down town. But then something happened, all of a sudden I started noticing a sense of impatience about him as the Don wasn’t getting nowhere close to getting a good smooch. Now you know the golden rule by now, take things slow, I mean as slow as a snail would move across the street.. No kissing (within the first few days) and definitely no sex until super sure, which in my good books, means more than 6months
So bearing this in mind, nothing happened with the Don on the second date.
I feel ashamed to admit this but I do enjoy the reaction I get during this phase. But you know, the keen ones will work you up, keep you interested just to get a kiss! (That’s a good cue right there!) – The fun I think is in the chase for ladies as much as it is for men (the good ones)
Anyhow the Don started getting really restless but he asked me on a third date which surprised me a little bit. On the third date, it felt like his ultimate goal for the evening was to get into my flat! It’s not that I didn’t like him, I did too but his tick box attitude was such a HUGE turn off, I simply couldn’t bring myself to granting him his wish!
Some say I am defiant, quite stubborn and set in my ways.. I say I know what I want and if my instincts tells me something is not right, even when the exterior looks pretty damn good, I will still pick up my slippers and run!
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