Mr. Wasabi

Mr. Wasabi was one I met off a Craigslist ad. He seemed nice enough, said a few interesting things, and willingly provided a photo that proved he was at least close to the age/gender he was claiming to be. We agreed on going out for drinks, and we'd go from there, depending on chemistry.

I let him choose the place for drinks - probably my first mistake. His choice was a giant sports bar / casino / restaurant. Admittedly easy to find, and the interior, once we got into the bar, wasn't bad - your usual green and gold, TV's everywhere place.

He spent the first hour of having drinks telling me how he'd chosen this place so he could "not miss out on the game" while we chatted. Then he asked me 40 questions about myself, ranging from how I felt about family to how I ended up in My City. Whenever I asked him about himself, it was the same story - that he's neurotic (his word) about family and about organizing things. He also brought up going to sushi at least once every 20 minutes.

Finally, after he's gone through a pitcher-plus of beer, he says we should actually go get sushi. I figured why not, maybe once his eyes are off the TV things will get better. We had driven separately, and he tells me I should just "follow his car."

(Sidenote- driving immediately after a full pitcher of beer - especially when you just told your date you have gotten 2 DUI's in the last 14 months - probably not a good idea.)

So we get to sushi, get seated, order, etc. The conversation starts getting a little weirder. He is asking me exactly how kinky I am, what I'm into, and what all I've done. It's not like I hide these things, but he's asking like he expects me to happily invite him and his 10 closest guy friends to a gangbang. Not going to happen, based on what he's said/done thus far.

Later, when the food comes, and he continues drinking, he says the thing that killed the date. He leans over and asks me if I realize that wasabi is a great condiment, because it "increases bloodflow." I commented anything spicy would do that, and then he says "I want to put wasabi in your snatch."

I barely survived the rest of the date without running out, and promptly deleted his phone number out of my phone. I may be kinky, but that just sounds painful - and not the good kind of pain. That's the kind of thing you ease a long-term girlfriend into after three or four dates, minimum, not bring up right away.