Like most people, I was giving match.com a shot because my life was so busy I never met anyone. A tall guy with auburn hair (I am huge a sucker for auburn hair) and green eyes asked me out on a date, so I thought why not give it a shot? To be honest I wasn’t sure if I felt a huge attraction, but it is hard to be attracted to a two dimensional photo. So off I went, to Matisse for my date.

He had recently hurt his leg during basketball (which I knew beforehand), and was in a giant leg brace that stood out like a sore thumb – he was probably 6’4”. He had to prop his leg up on a chair next to our table the whole date. My lukewarm attraction was solidifying, and I knew that while he was a nice guy, he wasn’t for me.

After the booze kicked in, he told me he was a “late developer” and wasn’t interested in girls until he was older. Now I am the kinda gal that cuts right to the chase, and if you give me a martini you won’t get any sugar coating either. I asked him how old he was the first time he masturbated, and he said 17. Now for most this may not seem like a big deal, but I am a sexual person so a guy not choking his chicken until junior year of high school seems a bit strange. Hell, I figured it out before then and I’m a girl.

I had a very long day and I decided that I was going to make the most of it, have some drinks and then go home. All was going as planned until the booth seat under him started moving and he started sinking, his long, injured leg raising quickly into the air. I didn’t know what to do, there was no way I was strong enough (or sober enough) to help him up. I tried, but the waitress had to come by and help pull him up, all while the people around us laughed. I felt bad for him, especially since I had already decided that I didn’t like him.

I didn’t push him away when he went in for the kiss and surrendered for a quick pity smooch, but I never called him back after that either.