My final online date was with a guy I’m going to refer to as HF (Hand Fetish). According to the dating website, we were 100% match. So we set up a date at Fournos in Dunkeld. I liked his photo… it had a great sunset in the background.
To start, he was late – apparently couldn’t find his car keys. He arrived as I was about to leave. We chatted, he seemed like a nice guy… We got onto the topic of running – something I don’t do. I told him that I had injured my (already dodgy) knee in a car accident (not my fault) and he got very angry about it - a little weird but I let it slide, give him credit for ‘passion’. It’s no loss to me that I can’t run, I wasn’t very good at it anyway.
About half an hour into the date, he took my hand. Now I’m not the most publicly affectionate person and I’ve been told that I should go along with it because that’s what people do, they’re openly affectionate… So, I went with it. And it got really weird…
He started to massage my hand, he looked at the palm, squeezed each finger and just kept rubbing. Then much to my utter dismay, he started to kiss my fingers and hands. WTF??? After less than a hour of meeting? NO YOU DIDN’T!!
People were looking at us and I’m sure they saw the pleading look of horror on my face. Those who know me, know that my face shows everything I’m thinking.
And all he had to say about this was “I love hands”… REALLY?!?
Luckily for me I had a lunch date an hour later that ‘suddenly’ moved an hour earlier, so I had to dash. Saying goodbye in the car park was almost as painful… he hugged me like he was going off to war for 4 years. Turns out he was spending the December holidays with his family in George while I would be in Knysna but luckily I was “super busy” with family stuff - aka relaxing with no one molesting my hands!
