O Town, Toe Town

I was in Orlando visiting my sister and brother in law, looking into a potential business venture, and contemplating acquiescing to my sister's desire for me to relocate. It would be a potentially very exciting change for me...a fresh start, a new life, a new job and a brand new dating pool! Being the diligent researcher that I am, I dug in and set up a date with an eligible O Town bachelor. I figured I may as well jump right in and see what Central Florida has to offer me in the way of men, since I'm just about finished dating everyone in South Florida.
I set up a lunch date with J, who owns a commercial landscaping company. We met for sushi, slinked into a booth in midday, devoured our Bento boxes and got to know each other. He was handsome... olive skin, hazel eyes, dark hair with just a hint of salt. He was pretty well spoken, for someone who grew up in Central Florida anyway, and sufficiently entertaining. Our conversation eventually led to talking about our dogs...at which time he pulled out his IPhone, swung himself over to my side of the booth, sidled up just a little too close to me and showed me pictures of his two Chow mixes and his shangrli-la like backyard in his downtown home, complete with jacuzzi, hammock and outdoor firepit.
We made our way out of the restaurant and into the stifling Orlando heat, and he asked me if I wanted to go to a movie. I didn't have anything on my schedule for the rest of the afternoon, so a movie it was! Surprisingly, we made a pit stop at Whole Foods so he could replenish some of his vitamin supply. He toured me through the store, extolling its virtues as if he owned the place and as if I'd never been in a Whole Foods before, which, by the way, is a complete sensory overload for me. The store absolutely overwhelms me with its multitude of culinary delights. On more than one occassion I've filled my basket with a few overpriced items, realized I could get more cost effective fare at Publix, and left empty handed. Never fails. Except for the one time that I paid $5 for a tiny container of the most delicious tuna fish ever made...mayo, onions, cranberries...heaven.
After hitting the candy counter for the requesite Peanut M&Ms and Reese's Pieces, we settled into our seats. As the movie began, I noticed he was quite touchy feeley...as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend. "Maybe he's just very affectionate", I tried to rationalize. "You're touching me too much", I told him. This didn't deter him for long. The next thing I knew he was massaging my foot. As over the top as it was for a first date in the middle of the afternoon, I have to admit if felt good. But I must also admit that I was in no way prepared for what was about to happen next. Before I realized what was going on, he was bent down and licking my toes! Licking, only because sucking wasn't really an option since my shoe was still on. Again, I have to admit, it felt good. But, the fact that I'd just met this guy about two hours earlier, made the whole thing seem just kinda weird. I managed to make my way through the remainder of the movie with being further accosted. I couldn't really concentrate at that point...I just kinda sat there in the dark, wondering...if I were in the twilight zone.
I mean, when did it become okay for men to behave this way? When did men start conducting themselves like this? What gives them these ideas...and the audacity to execute them? I can only conclude that it's the women's fault. Men are going to go as far as they can, push the envelope, take what they can get. And so many women are just giving it up...giving it all away...right up front...1st date, second date...when these men don't even know anything about them, let alone care anyting about them. So, the men think they can move go from toe sucking 2 hours in to full fledged fucking before the night ends. It's insane. It's disgusting. And it's anticipated. Sure has made dating harder for me even in just the last year. In a world of first date fucking it's not easy being a super sexy, kissing bandit, hardcore tease who is, ultimately, Prudie McPrudence.