Mystery man - AIBU to want to know more about him?

I gave up on Dateline after three contacts. One was inordinately proud of his many thousands of classical CDs; another I couldn't get along with because (call me a snob) his grammar was appalling; a third sounded great on the phone but later rang up to say he had flu and would get back to me; he never did! I then got elected as a councillor and hadn't much time for such activities! And now I am happily single and likely to remain so.

Another man I met on Dateline was well-groomed and equally well-mannered. Two of his habits were off-putting: we talked non-stop about the girl he should have stayed with [I became his personal agony aunt] and he made a point of recording the mileage of every journey we shared I managed to convince him that it was in his interests to contact "the one that got away" but thought it impertinent to mention the little black book in the glove compartment.

When I used to get the bus to school I could never understand why a young man in a convertible car sometimes used to turn round and offer me a lift, as sometimes he would have rather attractive women with him. I never did go out with him, and it was years before I realised how much men fancied girls in school uniforms. How I wish I could turn the clock back, knowing then the things I know now. I would have been so much more confident.

Yes Greatnan had those evenings too - seeking housekeeper and bitchy ex. Also had the 'I feel insecure because you are clearly so superior to me'
which was odd coming from a mature man (but probably true !!!). However I'd never arrange to meet in a car park or get into a car on a first meeting. It was always a coffee shop and daytime until I'd sussed him out a bit more.

There must be something about me that attracts weirdos too. Once, when I was living with my parents still, I pulled a man in the pub and he walked me home. It was Chrsitmas Eve, I think, and cold. I went into the kitchen to boil the kettle, and when I came back the man had stripped to the waist and was in the process of pulling his trousers down! I was a bit taken aback and said " bit cold for that innit?" - I honestly did not realise he thought he was onto a good thing and was preparing for a passionate session on the settee!

At about the same time, another man arranged to pick me up in his Escort van with the intention of driving to a local pub, which happened to be isolated in the local forest. On reaching the pub, he drove straight past and said "bugger that, let's get on with it", stopped in the first clearing and proceeded to lunge at me without another word! I was terrified, and managed to put him off somehow. He sulked, dropped me home and I have never seen him since. He had a moustache, and I will remember that moustache coming at me to this day.

I had a few dates with a man who I always met in the car park of a shopping centre on the way to the city. One night I pulled in then thought I would move my car into the next row so I wouldn't be too close to the shops. At that moment a car pulled up right behind me and just sat there. Being the impatient person that I am I started to get annoyed as he was blocking my way and he looked like he wasn't going to move. I beeped him and waved him along. I looked again and it was my date and he was waiting for me to get into his car.

Because I went to an all-girls convent school, I don't think I thought of boys as actually having feelings and I treated them very badly. I would make two dates for the same night, thinking I would decide which one to go to on the night. Sometimes I forgot and made them also for the same meeting place, so I had to miss both of them! It was only when I had grandsons and saw how hurt they could be that I began to regret my youthful cruelty.

I had a lot of fun reading the replies to my Lonely Hearts adverts - some of them were so funny and so lacking in self-knowledge, or any idea of what makes a man attractive to a woman. I also had the deceased mother evenings, the 'my ex is a bitch who has taken me to the cleaners' evenings, and the 'I would like to settle down with a nice woman who is a good cook and not one of these modern feminists'. Since I was one of these modern feminists, they soon got the heave-ho.

One chap had gone to Thailand and got himself a young woman about 30 years younger than himself. He said he thought she would be more loving and helpful than a British woman. Of course, he meant he thought she would do exactly what he wanted and never argue. She had turned out to be a really tough cookie, who had got her British visa, cleaned him out of money, and returned to Thailand to do exactly the same thing again. I couldn't feel much sympathy for him.

I never felt in any danger on my dates, as I was careful to meet in public places and only one man actually shocked me. We were having dinner when he suggested that we go to an S & M club. He hastened to tell me that we did not need to actually take part - just watch other people enjoying beating each other or being beaten. I did come across a range of fetishes that I found a bit surprising (not the foot one, I knew all about that) but perhaps they are not suitable to be described here!

One thing was fairly standard - my dates were hardly ever as young, tall, hirsute or successful as their letters had suggested! And, no, I didn't lie in my adverts, as I was at the time quite glamorous and shapely and I would have hated to see disappointment on my date's face when he saw me!

oh and now I am thinking of him lol....poor thing...I still feel guilty after all these yrs...as he used to come and beg me to go back with him...he used to be on his knees outside my house!! oh ..how could I have been so cruel....young love ehhh would love just to be able to tell him how sorry I am.... and have always felt so very guilty.

When I went out with my 1st boyfriend..shortly afterwards I bumped into his ex girlfriend..(tiny little petite doll).! .. she said " I hear your going out with ?? "yes " I said,,, she then said " oh I had to finish with him! he was too BIG! for me"!!! and we struggled!!! double lol lol....lol....

Having met d/h when I was 14 and been together ever since can't quite decide whether I have been lucky or missed a great deal! He did have a big american car at the time which I thought was very 'cool'!

I was at a dance at a local dance hall, I was 19 and a half, and a young man asked me to dance. He wasn`t really the type I`d fancy, but I accepted out of politeness. During the dance he told me that he was a widower with 3 young children, and was looking for a mother for them! After the dance I beat a hasty retreat!

Yikes em. Read the first few words and thought 'Psycho!'...and the music and shower scene started running through my head.....

One of my experiences involved not a dog but a dead mother! Nice man - nice venue in a good local coffee shop. But it didn't matter what the subject under discussion was - conversation always ended up with him telling me what his mother would have had to say about it. Thought it might have been nerves so agreed to a second meeting for dinner. Once again Mother dominated the evening and I honestly tried so many different topics! Polite thank you and exit!

Another funny Dateline experience...I have several in the memory bank.

The gentleman concerned agreed that we should meet at a venue that was both "convenient and safe". I asked him to please select the location. "How about Exeter motorway service station?" We had coffee and attempted a conversation over the clattering of cutlery, scraping of chairs and yells of small children who were bored and fractious. I had difficulty hearing what he was saying over the din. He asked, "Do you like animals?" Well, I thought, it appears that we have one thing in common. "Tell me about your pet?" I murmured. Forty minutes later, having been told the entire history of Jip [his faithful hound], my companion looked at his watch. "Heavens!" he gasped. "Jip has never been left alone for so long..." Naturally, I liked him for his honesty, and suggested that perhaps he should hasten back to dear Jip. Outside, in a windy and wet car park [yes, another!] we shook hands and wished each other well. I drove home in silence and pondered on Jip's good fortune - and my own .

I just read the first bit of supernana's post as "okey doNkey* - oops

Double meanings all over the place, once your brain is attuned.

Faye What pops out as a quick reply sometimes surprises us - lots of subconscious connections going on in there.

Did it myself there - surprised at what popped out!!

I can't believe I wrote that, I truly believe what's inside is what counts. Yes gettingonabit I would like to hear more hilarious dating experiences...let them rip...Aussie slang for please proceed.

I can't beleive this thread is still doing the rounds! Anyone else like to hear more hilarious dating experiences?

Lot of frogs out there supernana ! And strangely, kissing them does not effect a transformation into prince or anything like... That darn fairy tale has a lot to answer for.

supernana.....!

PS the "on" was meant to be crossed through

glass you are a tike!
When I declined to sit -on- in his pride and joy ["for a little cuddle"] I was called a country bumpkin...the 60 mile drive home was a doddle thereafter, except for the fact that I had very little cash with which to fill the tank. Never mind, every experience, no matter how dastardly, teaches us a valuable lesson...

green his ...nose....... possibly

greenmossgiel Very loud giggles...