I've always described myself as "an acquired taste," but I never thought I was that much of an "acquired taste" till just recently.
In the two and a half years of living here in Houston my dating life has been on life support. Part of the reason is because I've been pretty burnt out on dating, but when I do have enough cajones to date I think I freak guys out.
I've always thought that guys deep down want a girl that craps out rainbows, never swears, and acts like the damsel in distress. All of which are things that I don't act like. I say what's on on my mind, cuss like a sailor, and have no problem doing things without your help.
A few weeks ago I had a couple first dates and one of those dates I can say I could tell that he couldn't wait until he was out of there.
I will say I was pretty much myself. Granted, I didn't sit there and tell him penis jokes or anything, but I was very comfortable on being my authentic self.
I'm not sure at what point I freaked the guy out. All I know is at the end of the date it couldn't have been more clear to me that I was NOT getting a call for a second date.
"Wait Erin, how could you tell?" Well, let me tell ya! The first hint was the "side hug" that he gave me when we were saying goodbyes. A guy that gives you a side hug never wants to go out with you ever again.
My next clue was when we were walking towards our cars he was 10 feet in front of me already at his car waving goodbye and I wasn't even close to my car. Yeah, take a minute and visualize how that went down. It's another massive clue that he is never going to call me again!
As I replay parts of that night back in my mind I can't think of why I'd freak him out exactly. I know that I was a bit chatty, but that's who I am. However, I thought I was pretty good at asking questions.
I know my job and blog freak guys out. Although he seemed rather interested in my job. So not sure what freaked him out. It could've been that or a combination of anything.
All I know is that after dates like that I overanalyze everything I do and did, then convince myself that it must be something about me that is keeps these guys running to their cars after our date.