Worst Date #12 - You Want To Do What?

What started out as a normal date -- dinner followed by a long walk -- devolved into something very, very odd. He asked if I wanted to swing by his apartment for some ice cream. Wonderful. Innocent enough. I love ice cream.

His place was very clean and Zen-y, so I wasn't fazed when he asked if I would remove my shoes. We sat on cushions on the floor, sharing a spoon and some Rocky Road.


Things were headed for first base when, out of the blue, he announced,

"I would really love to wash your feet."

"My feet?" I asked.

"They're a window into the soul, don't you think?" he replied.

He then confessed that he also wanted to wash my hair, too. I started getting self-conscious. This wasn't a date -- it was a shower.

I politely declined, but this guy had one more for me. As I started planning my escape, he added that I shouldn't be weirded out -- he's just a giver, so much so that he sometimes liked to give guys BJs.

Since we were unloading all of our inappropriate first-date conversations on each other, I told him that his ice cream made me farty and then booked it.




Disclaimer: While this is true, it did not happen to *me*! lol