Single Girl Dating Diaries : Dating a Man of Authority (Part 2)

It’s been about a month since the last time I mentioned Curtis. Our first night together ended up turning into a two-day escapade. We had so much fun catching up, we talked about everything under the sun. I liked that he was active and motivated me to get outdoors more. We went on bike riding dates up the coast and mini hikes. He was thoughtful and brought me my favorite snacks for our picnic and even flowers. It was the type of period when you meet somebody and say, “Finally, it’s happened. I’ve met someone decent, they do exist!” Right?

We saw each other as much as his crazy schedule would permit. The first week I would receive midnight texts asking to meet up and then in week two it became 5 a.m. texts. We rendezvoused as often as we could the first two weeks. He’d show up in the middle of the night, sometimes in uniform on his break, and he looked sexy. Unfortunately he didn’t use his handcuffs ever or his imagination for that matter. But I didn’t want to write him off as a dud so quickly just because we had more fun out of the bedroom rather than in. However, his visits started to take a toll on my sleep schedule so I pulled back a bit, hoping it would allow me to function better at work. That made him very insecure. Our conversations went from “tell me what you want from life,” to “tell me who everyone in your phone book is,” (Not literally, but almost).

Things changed drastically one night last week when I told him I was too tired to drive out to see him after work and that he should come out to see me instead. He not only refused, but was really rude too, “Saffron, I’m not going to drive all that way just to take you to dinner.” Errm … okay.

He quickly apologized and chalked it up to a bad day. We decided to go out on Friday instead for my girlfriends birthday. We went to a trendy bar with Korean/Mexican food. He showed up to my place and we headed out together. Right when we walked into the bar he was unimpressed by the whole scene. Two drinks in and he started to ask me stupid questions. “Who was that guy you said hi to? Why is your girlfriend so insecure? Why do you like these people?” and on and on. OMG. I waited until we were home before I told him that we should not see each other as much, take a breather. He said, “Saffron, you’re either with me or not. That’s it.”

First off, what the hell does that even mean? Really an ultimatum one month in? Him or my friends/life? Easy right? But how do I end it with a guy that became possessive so quickly. It’s a bit frightening.