He drove me home. When we arrived, he said that next time is my turn to invite him. He said it with some embarrassment.
Next day, I asked if he wants to meet. He agreed, which was obvious. I guess, I asked too soon. I never was good at love games. If I want to see someone, I am cristal clear.
We were supposed to go to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, I put on the best dress I had.
He arrived… in T-shirt, beach sleepers and shorts. I was pretty much shocked as it was Saturday night and we were going to one of the best restaurants… I was speechless.
It got even worse. He said that I must feel really terrible now because I am overdressed..
It was getting worse… We still had time before our reservation, so we decided to go for a walk. The things he was talking was a pure nonsense. something like me and my female friend want to rent a huge apartment so that we can have people around and rent rooms as AirB’n’B. WHAAAAAAAAT? The man of 40 is telling this? Mid-age crisis.
I felt shitty, but still I did not leave… What an idiot? No self-respect at all!!!!!
During the dinner, he was acting like an absolute a#shole. He was constantly looking at other women, no, not a bit, literary he was staring. At some point, he said that I look like escort…
We finished dinner and went to the roo of the hotel. the mood was horrible, I realised that it is not my man at all, I actually could not believe it was the same man…
We went to the car, there was silence. The mood was ruined. I should have gone home… but I did not! It was the biggest mistake in my life…
We drove to one place which has a great view. He was back, that wonderful man from yesterday was back!!! I was so happy he was back, he was so gentle and nice, fun and hot. We talked and kissed, kissed and talked.
I was happy, I felt great.
It was time to go home, but the car did not start, we tried over and over again, but it was not possible…
He called me a taxi