It's the end of the date, and even though we had terrific, sexy banter, we haven't touched all night. He tells me that he had a really great time and he wants to see me again. And then he leans in... and hugs me. And it's Date #2.
C'mon fatso and just bust a move
Don't get me wrong: I'm a feminist and I believe in women taking control of their dating lives. But at a certain point, I want to be grabbed and kissed. I want him to reach for my hand, or put his arm around me, or even just lower his head to whisper something in my ear; something to make me feel like he's interested in taking it further.
When he just sits there and I have to initiate everything, I get insecure. I hate that. Or I start to wonder whether we're on a date at all. I guess we are because he paid for my food and drinks. That means something, right? Whatever. Either way, I've lost interest. FYI guys, I'm not here to make friends. Smooch or get off the pot!
I get downright angry if a guy doesn't make a move. I once went out for dinner with a guy then we parted ways at the subway--I was going uptown and he was heading downtown--and after he gave me a friendly hug, I felt a full-on hissy fit coming on. As I paced around the platform, I made a lot of frustrated gestures. I think I even mouthed the words "what the fuck," as I mocked pulling my hair out.
Long story short, he called me an hour later to make sure I got home okay then asked why I was flipping out when I was waiting for the train. I totally forgot that he was across the tracks; he had witnessed my entire freakout! I mumbled something about how I had a tough day at work then just felt like one huge, "Yikes!" caption.
The point: Don't flip out within his field of vision. Wait 'til you get home.