no one discussed post surgery dating on a previous thread, and since I just had my first post-op date, I thought I would restart it and see if anyone else what's to join in.
Ok some background on me. In my previous life before my weight gain, I played college football and was a competitive weight lifter. I took(injected) steroids for 5 years during that time and had a body fat ratio of 6 to 8%. While finishing my masters degree, I started modeling and was picked up by a mens skin care line to be there national spokesman. I also did some beer commercials. This was the 80's and my little star faded, got married, worked and divorced 2 years ago. The weight started coming on mid to late 90's and although I stayed active, I went skiing a month before my surgery, I lost control of the weight about 7 or 8 years ago and ballooned to 340 at 6'1". Through this I lived my glory days in my mind and still kept the cockiness and false sense of entitlement.
So I have lost some initial weight quickly, 55 lbs in 5 weeks, and my face really thinned out as well as I have a broad chest so I could hide my stomach a bit with it.
Ok enough rambling about me, but i wanted to set up why I think I can be a jerk sometimes (kidding...I am jerk all the time).
I got set up on a blind date by some one who just met me and had no idea I had the surgery.
I called my date and set up a date for this Friday (Feb. 25). We met at one of my favorite wine bars and I got there early to snag the table I wanted.
When she got there, i quickly saw she wasn't my type. I like women to look as feminine as possible and she had short hair ( it has to at least hit the shoulder). Pretty face, but with a slightly gravely voice(Lauren Bacall-ish); the dikey short hair did not help with the voice.
Oh well, but an ugly date is more fun than being alone (kidding....alone is much more fun)
I ordered a bottle of wine and knowing I can't and won't drink it, I faked the tasting of it when the waiter presented the bottle. Sure I smelled the nose, checked the legs, and swirled it to get it full of air ( i am talking about my date now ;p) but I only brought the wine to my lips and pretended to taste it. The place was dim so no one could tell.
I sat us right by a large palm ( I hope they are hardy plants) because my first glass of wine I poured it into the plant when she wasn't looking. It was a nice bottle of wine so I changed tactics and started pouring my glass into hers when she excused herself to the restroom twice (probably because she drank a whole bottle of wine by herself). I also ordered a nice cheese, fruit, and meat platter to snack on. Since I am still on pureed foods, I nibbled on the fresh mozzerella and the rest of the stuff on my plate I scraped most into the plant when she was gone. ( I killed that plant).
She was getting a bit handsy during the date ( I am sure do to the all of the wine she drank) and unexpectedly went in for a kiss. I am not a prude, far from it, but I only kiss if I like the person, so like a chick(no offense..maybe a little) I turned and gave her my cheek to kiss. First attack avoided.
It was time to get out of dodge, so I paid the check and we got up to leave, well she puts her arm around my waist and her hand is about 3 inches from the suture where they pull your stomach out and that one is a bit swollen. I was thinking please don't start rubbing around there. I kind of squeezed her arm/wrist with the inside of my arm to hold it in place as we walked.
We got outside and I had parked a couple of blocks away but she was able to get a spot right in front. Once we stepped outside, she did some kind of ninja spin move and before I knew it she planted one on me and I could feel her tongue starting to enter my mouth. Once again, not a prude, but I am not playing tonsil hockey with a divorced 42 year old woman that is looking for a life mate( I just assume that every woman in my area is looking for their next husband). I took a half step back to avoid the full frontal attack.
She offered to drive me to my car which I declined and pointed to some random car that was close and said that was mine. She offered again and I politely declined again. She went in for a hug this time and said she had a great time and I replied that I had a nice time as well. She picked up on the fact that I said NICE and that she said GREAT.
So she asked me "It was nice not great?"
I paused and looked like I was pondering the question and replied "Nope, just nice"
The question is do you think she will call me again?
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