One of my fabulous readers sent me this dating story. With his permission, he has allowed me to share it with you.
This had never happened to me (yet! hahaha!) & it really opened my eyes that women can be just as bad as some men.
Thank you for sharing your story with me & allowing me to publish it, I feel very privileged to have you trust me!
Here is is:
12 months ago, chatted to a lovely lady on Zoosk, lets call her Liza, chatted for weeks, professionally employed, rather senior. Super intelligent yet the banter and jokes were abundant.
Thinking here we go, a little older in mid forties is ok, has kids, busy professional lady, keeps fit and healthy, drop dead gorgeous… just my type!
Finally agree to catch up. Kid free weekend for both… fabulous!
Had not yet established what each other where looking for (pitfall one) or how long each other had been single for (pitfall two)
Meet at a well known eastern suburbs hotel, quite close to her suburb. There’s a tick… ease for her to get there.
The usual customary meeting out front, looking stunning in a summer floral dress and heels (a holy shit moment!)
Order the wine, which she pretty much skulls the first one, ok, shall I get another? Yes please…
A bit slower on the second (Thank god… otherwise she will hammered)
Banter and BS conversation continues, rather enjoyable.
Talked about careers, and where we grew up… Country towns pops up in conversation… have where we lived in common, great!
Do you know this person and that one… lovely!
Share a platter, a couple more wines, more cheekiness and banter…
Time to head home, enough drinks to be had safely.
Ok, will do the gentleman thing as I always do and walk her to her car…
Customary kiss on cheek and hug… then moved to kiss… very quickly turned slammed against a garden fence with hands being used liberally….
Common sense prevails from my end ”hang on, a little over the top for standing in the wide open view of the eastern suburbs residents, think I should bid you farewell and catch up another night”
Answer… think you best come to mine for a coffee…
Now, not being completely naive, knew where this was going…
Short drive, told to just wait a few minutes for house to be ready to enter…
Arrive, knock on door… meet at door with Liza in a see through slip… ok, so no coffee first then!
You can imagine the rest after this…
When leaving at 5am next morning, the last goodbyes, the question of catching up again completed with ”a maybe, let’s see how things go” (so that’s a no) from her end… the last question from Liza is… ”Do you know ******** from ****** area?”
Me… ”Yes I do, why’s that?”
Liza ”He’s my ex husband”
Me again ”You’ve only been broken up for a few months?”
Liza “that’s right”
Me ”does he know you’re dating”
Liza “no essentially “
Me “Ok, then”
Liza “He does know you, and also knows that I caught up with you last night, and will now know that you stayed here last night and what went on”
Me ”What!!!????? how’s that?”
Liza “I sent him a message to tell him, also a pic of you sleeping on his side of bed”
And few words of disbelief, I bolted, and basically could not believe I’d been used etc
A text a few days later from Liza basically said… ”Thanks for the fun night, the pic worked, pissed ***** off!”
My exchange was “you’re a nutter”
Her reply “Well, couldn’t date you seriously because you know him anyway, you’re a hot guy and I just needed some and in the end you were perfect ammo… But don’t despair… just know that the sex was fucking awesome and enjoyed fucking you. Cheers”
Wow! Just wow…
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That’s insane… Can’t quite wrap my head around that – Nutter
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Yep! Just insane! Makes me wonder why I am single!