A.M., Boston

So I met John (can't really remember his name) while I was working at a contractor work event.
He basically chatted about my product and was trying to get free tools from me. He took my card and left in his truck.

Over the next few days he would call with stupid questions about building shit that I am pretty sure he already knew the answer to then would sneak in a personal question.

Are you single?
How old are you?
At this point he asks me out and I cannot remember what he looks like except he is tall.

I say yes, guessing he is mid 30s, he had on sunglasses when we met. We agreed to go out on a Tuesday and he going to pick me up. He shows up, I am wearing a standard 1st date outfit jeans, heels cute top. He is wearing stonewashed tapered jeans and a heather gray Harley Davidson t-shirt. He also is driving a hummer, not the cute H2 kind but the early 90s Terminator style with an American flag on the antenna.

This is looking bad. So we go to a pretty fun restaurant down town and based on the conversation and the stories about what he has done over the years, 19 year old daughter, 15 years with the CIA. I am guessing he is way older than I think. And he is missing 3 fingers on his left hand, they were shot off in an incident. I refuse to ask how old he is even though he keeps telling me how young at heart he is. He was 45 and I was 23 age is only a number, so he said. Stop dating your daughter perv. Dinner ends I'm drunk and uncomfortable. We go for drinks at a the romantic top of the hub. I order vodka and he orders a white Russian. Now John tells me he would like to see more of my chest. I order another drink and ignore him. Next he asks if he can smell me. I now mock him but he keeps asking.

On the way home his hummer breaks down on the highway and we are causing quite the traffic back up. Miraculously he has the appropriate car part and fixes it in the middle of the road. Quite the man's man. When he is done and stinking of car, he sneak leans in and takes a giant sniff of my neck, and make a gross smiley sex face. I think to myself thank god this is almost over. We get to my apt and it time to end this mess, we say our pleasantries.

No kiss goodnight I tripped out of the fuckin hummer and ran for the door. He called and said the "ball was in my court" and not to worry about our age difference. Yes creeper the ball is in my court. I told him I was OK with his age but the body sniffing was my limit.