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Driving four hours to meet someone you’ve been excited about can be a thrilling adventure, but my recent experience quickly shattered that anticipation. As I arrived at his neatly maintained home, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He worked in IT, a stereotypical ass was exactly what he was. his personality was surprisingly off-putting. The moment we began chatting, it became apparent that he was more enamored with himself than with engaging in any kind of meaningful conversation. His stuck-up demeanor overshadowed our interactions, and I found myself struggling to connect with this man behind his carefully curated digital persona.

Despite the long drive, I had hoped for an enjoyable evening, perhaps dinner at a cozy restaurant or a fun activity to spark some chemistry between us. Instead, to my disappointment, he announced that we would simply stay in and binge-watch a series on his couch. The lack of effort on his part was disheartening, yet I tried to make the best of the situation. As the night unfolded, however, it became increasingly clear that he was disinterested in truly getting to know me. Conversations revolved around his work and achievements, with little room for my thoughts or feelings. I felt more like a spectator in his self-centered world than a potential partner.

Despite my better judgment, I decided to spend the night, hoping for a morning that might change the trajectory of the visit. Even worse than the date.

My idea? Of course, I am a single woman. We tumbled into his room, my body was extremely ready for the night to come. He wasted no time, his attention solely on his own pleasure.In mere moments, he found release, the thrill of conquest evident. Three minutes had passed, and I lay there, breathless yet unsatisfied.He barely acknowledged me, a fleeting shadow of intimacy, before dressing with a nonchalant air. “Thanks for the fun. I haven’t had sex in months,” he smirked, he gave me a casual glance as he grabbed his boxers.There was no lingering touch, no whispered sweet nothings.Just the cold reality of the moment.He turned, leaving me feeling like a forgotten toy, the thrill of the night gone. But then again, was it ever there?

Three minutes into our * fun* activity, I am being thrown off of him. I was ecstatic, he at least let me share his bed…Maybe tomorrow would be better. Unfortunately when it came time to leave, the reality of his true character struck me hard. Not only did he refuse to give me a single dollar for gas—despite having promised to help with my travel expenses—but he also made a half-hearted excuse about how it wasn’t feasible for him. The drive back felt like a blur of disappointment and frustration as I reflected on the four hours I had spent driving to a date that turned out to be a one-sided debacle. It was a stark reminder that not every adventure leads to a happy ending, especially when the person at the center of it is more interested in themselves than in building a genuine connection.

**Leaving this date, I felt defeated. Second date in a row that did not turn out how I envisioned. What am I even looking for St this point? Will I ever find it? Is there even anything to find? Well, I guess will figure it out in my next date. I plan to write about all of my future dates to come. Hopefully, you guys will join me in these not so interesting stories. Maybe, I will get more than I did this time.**