My Adult Yarn

I have always had a passionate heart. I love people to completely adore me while I completely fell head over heels in love especially with the romance that surrounds the experience.Dating men had always been the one thing I enjoyed doing. Dating men came easy to me and it was simple to begin my search for true love through Internet sites.When it came to the subject of dating men, I was an expert. I loved dating men even though I might have not been physically attracted to them.

I met a man named Rich while on a date once. He seemed to be very intelligent and curious about life's mysteries. He spoke of religion, politics and death in a way nobody had ever spoken to me about those subjects. I was very interested in his point of views since I was aware that those three subjects are the subjects to stay away from when getting to know someone. Why bombard the one you are dating with heavy thinking questions and scare them off? He was not aware of the dating rule, but his cautious words intrigued me. I disagreed with everything he said, was confused with some of the words he used, and could not understand his reasons for his opinions, but our discussion was gracefully intimate.

Rich was ugly. I didn't seem to find any attractive qualities in him ,and he seemed to think that dating women meant teaching them of life's rules and money making opportunities. He was completely what I did not seem to ever want to end up with, yet I was so intrigued with his difference that I could not keep away from him. He never romanced me or shared a nice word. I tried flirting and he never reacted to my flirts. I tried getting on the subject of love several times and he never understood the love language. He drove me insane with his child like innocence , but I didn't care to give up on trying to get him to show me some passion.

I finally got him to talk about his reasons for dating me. He corrected me and firmly stated that he never knew he was on a date with me. He was surprised at the fact that I approached him that one evening and sat next to him while he ate dinner. He was even more perplexed at how I kept coming back. I ,then, understood the issue. Blind dates are a waste of time. I had ,accidentally, confused my blind date with Rich who had just happened to wear a blue shirt like my blind date was supposed to wear. I was terribly embarrassed and offered an apology.