Mr. Aggressive

Mr. Aggressive was not a match.com date. Instead, last weekend I decided to make a trip to Dewey Beach with my roommates and a few of their awesome friends. I love these girls J

When the girls described Dewey, the term being thrown around was “adult spring break.” How absolutely accurate that was. Dewey Beach is a booze-fueled search for a public make-out partner. I felt like I was 18 again. While day drinking on Saturday, I met Mr. Aggressive. He was tall and handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes; I typically am not attracted to blondes but hey, it’s Dewey…anything goes. Mr. Aggressive was the friend of the public make-out partner of one of my roommates, so naturally we struck up a conversation…which was not easy. Mr. Aggressive is not much of a talker and he was not actively drinking. But he was nice enough, so I gave him my roommate’s number, as I had lost my phone in DC the day before.

When it was time for partying round 2 of the day, he called…aggressive move! I expected a text…but a phone call, gee whiz! We were headed out to the same bar (not too much of a coincidence in Dewey). Shortly after arriving, I spotted him and we again struck up a conversation. We danced and he bought me a few drinks. Then, we decided to “take a walk.” It had been a while since I made out with someone on a beach, so I decided that’s just what we would do. We were quickly removed by the Dewey Beach Police. Bummer. However, again, made me feel 18. I was hungry, so he bought me pizza. Then we started walking and I asked, drunkenly, “Where are you taking me?” Of course, we were going to his hotel. I hesitated, but then I thought, “What the hell…why not?”

His friends were there, in semi-conscious states laying in bed. We got into the other bed. I would never have been able to do this sober and I would have never been able to do this anywhere but Dewey. While his friends passed out, we made out. He apparently wanted more. But I was definitely not going there…not even in Dewey. I am really not that kind of girl, despite my apparent actions with Mr. Aging Asshole. That was the first time that I had done something like that…gone home with a stranger. Anyways, Mr. Aggressive got a little aggressive. He ripped my undies and my dress (not completely, but I could hear the stitches ripping). At points, I had to flex every muscle in my body to prevent this former college hockey player from having his way with me. I was not having fun. I think I just stayed because it was the middle of the night and I didn’t want to walk back to my hotel alone. I woke up at 6 am and walk-of-shamed it back.

Mr. Aggressive got my phone number and has indeed texted me since we all got back. He would like to get together. I am scared of him and would rather not. Next!