Mixed Messages on Early Dates - Crazy or Intentional?

Everyone has experienced completely insane, yet memorable dates, especially those early in the process when you're trying to learn something about the person. This is the thread for posting crazy dating experiences. This isn't about "crazy good", it's about "crazy" period.

 

My first story is from twenty years ago. I'm a vegan, and I am usually very happy being single, but every once in awhile I am in the mood for dating. I was perusing the net, and found a single woman in my city who was also a vegan. Her picture online didn't expand, so the only thing I could tell was that she was blonde. We exchanged emails and then decided to meet for a date. I arrived and looked around and saw only one blonde woman sitting by herself, but this couldn't be her. She was beautiful and at least ten years younger than I. Although nervous...I hadn't dated in years...we immediately hit it off, laughing and having a great conversation. We found out we had many things in common, and had already set up a second date things were going so well.

Out of nowhere, a female friend of hers came and joined us, apparently checking me out. Clearly she didn't like me all that much, but soon enough she was gone and we got back to our date. We continued on, having the best date, first or otherwise, I'd ever had. She was obviously crazy about me and I was in heaven. As we left the restaurant, I walked her to her car, and she attacked me with kisses, including reaching down and fondling me down below. I left clicking my heals in the air.

It turned out she never returned my calls or emails, and some women on a forum said "Give it up. She changed her mind." Perhaps the friend made a big difference. A more worldly friend of mine asked me, "Why didn't you take her home and fuck her right then?". I was a single parent and since we had a fully planned second date, it didn't seem necessary. I have also never had first date sex with someone I've just met (although I have with women I knew in some way). Perhaps that's exactly what she wanted and was pissed I wasn't more aggressive. Who knows?

I have better examples of "the crazy" coming, but none where a great date ended so weirdly.

 

Now for some crazy...

I was going to see "String Cheese Incident" at Red Rocks. Knowing I was a Deadhead, my assistant at work had talked me into going. She said they were going to have front row seats and I could move up with them if I wanted to. Of course I did. The first surprise was that my assistant was covered from head to toe with tats, which I'm fine with, but had never seen any evidence of them, besides the log-sleeve shirts. She introduced me to her best friend, a very hot woman who was, once again, at least ten years younger than me. The friend moved to be next to me, and we started conversing and smoking some hits with a chillum. It was clear she wanted to kiss, so I started things off and she was really into it...until...she pulled away and screamed, "Oh GOD!!! My boyfriend has followed me here from California!!! He's really jealous and gets violent." I pulled my hand away from her ass and moved a couple of feet to the side. A few minutes later she's back, and this time she's getting wilder. I'm sitting there letting her do it but very concerned about the boyfriend, when suddenly she pulls away again and starts screaming again. "Go away you freak and leave us alone !!!" Once again, I turned around quickly and saw no boyfriend and no threat, just a bunch of mellow hippie stoners with smiles on their faces. One more time and I decide, "That's it". There's either a crazy boyfriend lurking somewhere unseen, or she's fucking nuts, but it's time for me to mellow out and just listen to the music.

The concert is winding down and as the encore is completing, the crazy lady tells her friends, including my assistant, that she wants to walk down to the parking lot(s) with me and she'll meet up with them later. I reluctantly agree, once again thinking about maybe walking off into the rocks and getting some fun action. I mean, she sounds sane at the moment, she's gorgeous, and she's being real flirtatious, which most guys would be suckers for. On the way down the road a village vendor is selling SCI t-shirts, and she stops and buys one for me, telling me, "This is for you, so that you'll always remember me and always remember this night". No, I don't head off the road with her, choosing instead to walk to the parking lot to meet her friends. When we get there I ask for her email address (this was before everyone had a cell), figuring it was a safe option. We never wrote each other. My assistant asked why we didn't get together, because "She really liked you!".

(In hindsight, something I didn't think about at the time was perhaps she was tripping. I mean, she was clearly hallucinating about the boyfriend. As someone who has tripped at the Rocks myself years ago, I would have understood. As it was, I thought she must be completely insane, and I was once married to that, so "no thanks")

 

In my experience, if you think she is crazy, she is, run.

 

In my admittedly limited experience, it is often true the crazier she is, the better in bed, but definitely not marriage material...unless, I suppose, if you're into good/bad/heartbreaking/joyous/orgasmic/terrifying. I will say my marriage never had a boring moment, but towards the end I was scared for my life.

The woman at the concert was batshit crazy. The restaurant date I might have just read wrong.

I've had a lot of crazy dates. Another was a psychiatrist I met on Match.com. First date was normal and actually kind of fun. It was a blizzard and we were alone at the restaurant. Decent amount of making out at the end of the evening. Our second date we went to a place she suggested which was very busy. We had a reservation, so we got right in, but the line was around the corner for people wanting to get in. She talked and talked and talked. I pretty much just nodded my head. She wanted coffee and then dessert and she continued to talk and talk and talk. People were glaring at us and we sat there LONG after our meals were done with her non-stop talking. After two plus hours, I suggested we leave because so many were waiting and find someplace we could continue to talk, and she blew up, saying I just wanted to talk myself, how she'd had a hard day, that her job was nothing but listening, that she needed to vent, and no, she didn't want to go somewhere to continue talking. We had met there, and I quickly walked to my car to escape the craziness. I refused to answer the phone and never responded to her non-stop messages, praying she would just give up and go away. Eventually finally she quit calling. Thank god the torture was over.

 

I can never understand how they have so much that they must talk about. They never run out. I enjoy conversation, but hell, I do run out of material after a while....

 

BEST.DATE.EVER.

And the best part - I swear it is all true.
Met a girl who was a friend of my best friend. We met up at her house (all 4 of us) and played cards. We hit it off well so agreed to go out on a date.
So the next weekend I took her to the movies and then we drove around for a little while and SHE suggested we pull over and find a private spot.
I knew a good place. So we started messing around, and I thought I was being sneaky to cop a feel of her boobs... when I did, she moved back....wait for it... and took both her shirt and bra off. I am STUNNED. Holy shit. I liked to have came right then. She then pulled my shirt off, and went over the seat to get into the back. I am way too tall to do that, so I stepped out of the front door to get in the back... SWEET JESUS!!... she was taking off her pants and panties!!! She was buck naked. On a first date!!... and she started things off with giving me a blow job.
Obviously we had sex..

You can't beat that. Not at 17 years old.

 

Sounds like a real good time.

I had a blind date in high-school with a real beauty who I found out years later wanted to lose her virginity to me that first date. Unfortunately, she never said anything to me, and I too was a virgin, so I was too scared to press the issue. We deep kissed more intensely and longer than I ever have before or since, to the point where my jaw hurt for weeks. Her messages were in no way mixed and she wasn't crazy. She was full on horny, but I didn't know what to do about it.

 

Wow. I'm surprised she made it out of the movie theater with her clothes on. I hope that wasn't your only escapade with this well sexed girl.....

 

I was in a brief relationship once where things moved quickly and nicely on the first date, and then on the second she decided to have "the talk" before we even went to dinner. She told me all of her and her family's deepest, darkest secrets, and believe me, they were as deep and dark as you can get. Then she topped it all off by telling me she had herpes. I appreciated her honesty, but I'd never been clobbered over the head with TMI regarding her and her family (included detailed descriptions of incestual relationships). We still went out that night, although my head was spinning. The next week total strangers were coming up to me on the street and at work congratulating me on our impending marriage. Huh? Marriage? We had never uttered the word. We'd gone out twice. Many knew because she told her friends and family where I worked. I decided to end it, and she freaked out and threatened suicide. And the first date had gone so well...

 

Oh no... not even close. We screwed all that summer. It was my last summer in high school before my senior year. Never have, and probably never will have a summer that awesome again.
This girl actually wanted to practice giving head, and often did to get better at it. I swear it. Man that was awesome.

 

I'm sure it was, oh crap, not again, I am sick of head, can't we just hold hands and cuddle? A summer to remember. Quite like my summer then, well, except for the girl, the hot sex, the car and fun parts.....

 

I went to Europe for two months for a college graduation present and when I got back my room and bed were now occupied by the daughter of one of my father's friends in college, who was there on an internship. She moved to a guest room and we became pot-smoking buddies. We liked each other but she didn't seem interested in me beyond that. One day I got up the guts to ask her out to a movie (remember those?) and to my surprise she said "yes". On the night of the date, we had just smoked a bowl of hashish and were getting ready to go when she got a phone call. It turned our her best friend had just been killed in a car crash. She got off the phone, turned to me and told me what she'd just heard, and then added, "I don't want to go to the movie". I said I totally understood and was there anything I could say or do, and to my shock she said, "Let's get high and just fuck our brains out". I had at that point never heard of trauma fucking and as nice as it would have been, I stupidly said, "I don't think that would be appropriate considering what just happened." We ended up going to the movie, which stunk, and she never spoke to me again. Regrettable decision. You live and you learn.