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Confessions Of A Clueless Dater: My Unfortunate "Aha" Moments While Dating

Sometimes I like to play this game on Facebook with my friends. I post " I knew the date was over when..." and friends chime in with all sorts of wacky stories. So, I've decided to share some of my "I knew the date was over" 's with my Kinky Crew... want to read it? Here it goes!:

I Knew The Date Was Over When... 



He showed me his house arrest anklet. 


He had handcuffs on the steering wheel.


He tongue kissed my nose...twice.


He drooled on me while we were making out.


He said he wish he had breasts


He pulled his penis out and showed me his tattoo that said "High Voltage"


He ordered 50 buffalo wings and asked me what I wanted. 


He showed me his cell phone and a text came in that said "Missing you"


He told me that he his hernia mesh kept breaking. 


He admitted that she stalked his ex wife in Walmart

He spent the entire date asking for advice on his current relationship


He had a hug fetish and asked for 9 hugs in 15 min. (Yes I started counting)


He asked if he can lick my toes since I wasn't ready to have sex just yet. 



Those are just a few of my horrific moments in dating when I knew it was over. I'm certain I have plenty more but those are the ones that stand out for me. Do you have any? Feel free to share in the comment section! 



Comments

  1. He told me he was divorced on active duty in the Marines stationed in South Carolina. He said his mother was ill with Cancer. After helping him with his dying mother, I found out at her funeral he was married living in Texas with his family.

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  2. He told me he was divorced on active duty in the Marines stationed in South Carolina. He said his mother was ill with Cancer. After helping him with his dying mother, I found out at her funeral he was married living in Texas with his family.

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  3. that is disgusting! He got a girlfriend to help him with his dying mother while he had a wife at home? what a loser!

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