The Juice-guy Part 2

(Part 1 here)
Even though I had my doubts about the Juice-guy I still felt like we had something in common and also, we had fun together. We decide to have a second date and we would cook together. He comes over and we go to do some grocery shopping. While we're there he's holding my hand, I am not a fan of PDA and certainly not with a guy I barely know, but I'm thinking that I don't want to be difficult so I let it slide. We're walking around and we stop in an aisle and we start talking about sex. All of a sudden he says (loudly) "I don't care if you fuck around. Fuck around all you want" and he says it in such a hostile tone that I got really embarrassed, people started looking and I tell him we should keep moving.

He starts throwing in stuff in the basket and I look at him, but again, I am not gonna make a fuss about it. He throws in candy, chips, soda, juice among with other things. We get to the check-out and when it comes to paying he looks at me with a sheepish look "I forgot my wallet...". Luckily I had transferred some money earlier, because I am a modern woman who likes to pay for myself so I pay for the food. He is embarrassed, but I tell him it's fine and not to worry about it and we continue home.

Before I continue you need to know that I am not a "cuddler", I hate cuddling. My motto is "If we're not gonna get it on, don't touch me". I just can't stand it, I bugs me and suffocates me. I don't why, but I have always been like this. I mean, if I initiate the cuddling I am fine with it, but I don't like other people forcing me into cuddling. I am very much like a cat in that way, the cuddling needs to be on my terms.

Anyway we lie down in bed and he stares at me, a lot. I ask him why and all I get for an answer is "You're so cute", I tell him to stop because I am uncomfortable. Then he starts to female cuddle me!

A female cuddle: The guy puts his leg over the girl. Normally girls do this to guys because it is cute. When a guy does it, it's not cute. I repeat, it's NOT cute.

When I had had it with his cuddling, even though I explained to him why I didn't like it and he whined about that I was cuddling the week before, I sit up and starts cooking. I am starting to get into a foul mood and all the happiness I felt the week before has flown out the window and I am thanking my lucky star that we decided that he wouldn't spend the night. The night goes on and when the movie is over he's going home. I tell him that he can take the candy because I don't like it. We say goodbye and I go to my fridge because I am yearning for some juice. I go there and what do I see?! The bastard has taken my juice! And all the other stuff I bought! Who does that?!  No word can explain how angry I was and that's how he got his name. 

Later on I ended the whole thing, but more about that later. 

The Juice-guy Part 1

So, on my first day on Badoo I started to this guy, let's just refer to him as the "Juice-guy" (it will makes sense later on). So the Juice-guy was a really nice guy, not creepy, a little flirty, but, didn't ask any weird questions. After chatting for a few hours he asks if I wanna meet up and, normally, I would not go out with a guy I've only talked to for a few hours, but I had a good feeling. And the reason I said yes was ONLY because he asked if we could go for a walk, it seemed harmless so we set our date for the next day.

On the day I am a little bit nervous, but excited, he was good-looking, working at a good job, a little bit older - JACKPOT! He comes and we decide to go up to my place first. We go up and we start talking, I all I can think about is "wow, I could really start to like this guy!". We talk and talk and then he says that he quit his job and I feel my mood go down. To me it is very important to have a job if you are going to date me, I have dated a guy without a job and it sucks. So, I ask him what he is going to do if he's not going to work and he looks at me and says "I'm going to stay home with my son". Hindsight this is where I should have left, said thank you and goodbye, see you never. But, I didn't, because a kid, it's not that bad. But it got worse, he still lived with the mother and she was still in love with him, but at that point I didn't care. I sit down beside him and tell him it doesn't matter. We continue talking while he's rubbing my back and after a while he leans in and we kiss.

This ended up with him staying the night and it was good. I am not a shy girl so I tell him that it was great. Here comes red light number 2, after I said that he looks at me and asks "Was I one of the best?" and nod and to me the conversation is over, BUT NO! "Am I THE best?" .... Ladies, let that sink in, "Am I THE best?", who asks this?! I mean, if we were in our late teens I would understand it, but he was in his late 20's. Again I let it pass and we fall asleep. The next morning we talk for a bit more and it felt really good, we kiss goodbye and decide that we're going on a second date the next weekend. The date when I realised I am a picky lady.

But more about that later on, it is time for miss Badoo to eat! Enjoy!