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You guys make me laugh. Ummmm...I think I intimidated him slightly. At dinner, I asked him if his bed squeaked. No, I didn't get any. I've really got to get back to work. Either that or get back into the dating world, so I can fake liking a guy for a few hours in order to f*** him. If ya'll know any fine, intelligent, stylish men in Chicago proper, please be sure to let me know. This one's gratis.

Im a Chicago guy that would be more than happy to let you fake like me for a few hours But I'm not quite as hot as the geek in the pic, and my bed squeaks loudly and the headboard bangs against the wall.  

If your date had any sense of humor he would have told you that you would have to find out if his bed squeaked yourself.  If he had any balls he'd say lets go home and make the damn thing squeak all night

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When you rest up from from that Heavy Duty Date perhaps I can show you a better time.  I'll be gentle, NYUK NYUK!

Sounded like you really needed a f***ing super-hot date, there.  I'm glad your taking it in stride, and hope it doesn't hold you back too much.  I do know one fine, intelligent stylish man in Chicago proper, BTW (No, not me).  Unfortunately, he's that way only if he can stay sober, and I'm not certain he will do that yet.  I wouldn't want to offer him up on spec without knowing that.

Would be nice to volunteer myself here.  I'm somewhat close to Chicago.  I'm intelligent, but not dashingly good looking enough, and not very stylish just yet, either.  It seems I just miss on too many qualifications.

I don't believe asking him if his bed squeeked intimidated him! You didn't do anything else, did you?  In the hobby, where sex is more or less, a settled issue at the beginning, it would be easy to lose track of "normal" flirting practices.

/Zin  

about establishing and maintaining "normal" dating practices. It *is* very difficult, because I'm so used to meeting someone, getting naked, and having lots of adult fun within a sixty minute time frame. It's not that I don't want a relationship. I simply don't want to wait until that cherished third date to consumate it.

Then I don't have to spend the rest of my life searching for your identity. I'll come to Chicago this summer. We'll have a drink. We can pretend we like each other for a few minutes, then go our separate ways.

At least you now know where I reside, the BEST city in the entire world! Ok, come to Chicago this summer. My mom arrives May 31, and isn't leaving until the beginning of the schoolyear. I'm sure if I'm not willing, she will be.

If nothing else is obvious, though, it can't be anything else you did, then.  That one remark would have been enough, come to think of it.  

It would have been all or nothing.  Either it would have heated things up immediately, or you weren't going to get laid that night.  Sounds like the wrong guy, then.  Instead of boiling, he frosted.

/Zin