It doesn't matter if you have read the Fifty Shades of Gray trilogy or not. If you've turned on a morning show or talk show or read a newspaper or magazine in the past 6 months or so you have probably heard of Fifty Shades. These books are not for everyone. They are commonly being referred to as "mommy porn." I'll admit it. I've read them. Truly not the best writing in the world, but since it was meant to be fan fiction for adult fans of the Twilight trilogy, what do you expect? I would suggest that if you've only read the first one and were totally freaked go ahead and read the other two. There is much more to them then the erotic fiction part. Once you get past the erotica you realize that it is more about the fifty "shades" of Christian Gray. Christian has some serious baggage from his past and once you discover it you understand him. As fiction often does, this one leads to a nice ending. (No more spoiler alert then that, folks.)
I have dated a guy with fifty shades. I won't call him Christian because he was much more on the other end of that spectrum. Let's call him Damien just for kicks! I met Damien on an online dating site. Yes, I know all of the warnings, but I'm not new to this game. I always get a guys full name, where he works, where he went to school, etc. This way I can use the magic of google to at least ascertain if he is who he says he is. I always meet a guy in a public setting for the first date and I arrive late so he should already be inside and will not know which direction I am coming from. I also let several people know where I am going, the name of the guy, and the time they should call the cops if they have not heard from me.
Oddly enough, Damien and I had our first date on Christmas night because he just couldn't wait until after the holidays to meet me. (I know, I know. Stupid! But give me a break, I had just turned 39 and was freaking out about being 40 the next year.) So, we agreed to meet at TGIFriday's downtown at 8:00p.m. (It was one of the places open on Christmas Day.) I arrived at 8:15 and he was already seated at a table. It was definitely not a crowded place. He was the perfect first date. He wanted to know everything about me, he complimented me just the right amount. When our waitress came by he engaged her in conversation about why she was stuck working Christmas. We found out she was married with several young children and when he paid for our dinner we left her a substantial tip. Way over 20% + tax. (How you tip really shows me what kind of guy you are.)
By this point in the evening I felt totally comfortable with him and we walked around downtown for a while. We eventually finished the evening with me walking him to his car and waiting for him to drive off. (See, I'm not a complete idiot!)
After the first date I was fairly optimistic that Damien was a decent guy. He called me the next day, and the next day, and the next day. We set up a date for New Year's Eve. Woohoo! Who doesn't want a New Year's Eve date?! He made reservations at a nice restaurant which is where I met him. After dinner we both drove up to Rock City and walked around looking at the Christmas lights. We decided after that to drive around and look at the decorated houses. He wanted to take my car, but I insisted that we go in his truck. (Easier to dive out the passenger door if I find out he isn't what he seems.) We get into his truck and I see several prescription bottles in the seat. It's too dark for me to make out the prescription names and he says, "Oh, I had the flu before Christmas and had to take these during my lunch break at work."
I should have thought to grab one of the bottles and sneak it into my purse, but I was distracted by the massive mansion we drove past on Lookout Mountain that was beautifully and tastefully decorated for the holidays.
This I would later learn was one of the fifty shades of Damien.
I have dated a guy with fifty shades. I won't call him Christian because he was much more on the other end of that spectrum. Let's call him Damien just for kicks! I met Damien on an online dating site. Yes, I know all of the warnings, but I'm not new to this game. I always get a guys full name, where he works, where he went to school, etc. This way I can use the magic of google to at least ascertain if he is who he says he is. I always meet a guy in a public setting for the first date and I arrive late so he should already be inside and will not know which direction I am coming from. I also let several people know where I am going, the name of the guy, and the time they should call the cops if they have not heard from me.
Oddly enough, Damien and I had our first date on Christmas night because he just couldn't wait until after the holidays to meet me. (I know, I know. Stupid! But give me a break, I had just turned 39 and was freaking out about being 40 the next year.) So, we agreed to meet at TGIFriday's downtown at 8:00p.m. (It was one of the places open on Christmas Day.) I arrived at 8:15 and he was already seated at a table. It was definitely not a crowded place. He was the perfect first date. He wanted to know everything about me, he complimented me just the right amount. When our waitress came by he engaged her in conversation about why she was stuck working Christmas. We found out she was married with several young children and when he paid for our dinner we left her a substantial tip. Way over 20% + tax. (How you tip really shows me what kind of guy you are.)
By this point in the evening I felt totally comfortable with him and we walked around downtown for a while. We eventually finished the evening with me walking him to his car and waiting for him to drive off. (See, I'm not a complete idiot!)
After the first date I was fairly optimistic that Damien was a decent guy. He called me the next day, and the next day, and the next day. We set up a date for New Year's Eve. Woohoo! Who doesn't want a New Year's Eve date?! He made reservations at a nice restaurant which is where I met him. After dinner we both drove up to Rock City and walked around looking at the Christmas lights. We decided after that to drive around and look at the decorated houses. He wanted to take my car, but I insisted that we go in his truck. (Easier to dive out the passenger door if I find out he isn't what he seems.) We get into his truck and I see several prescription bottles in the seat. It's too dark for me to make out the prescription names and he says, "Oh, I had the flu before Christmas and had to take these during my lunch break at work."
I should have thought to grab one of the bottles and sneak it into my purse, but I was distracted by the massive mansion we drove past on Lookout Mountain that was beautifully and tastefully decorated for the holidays.
This I would later learn was one of the fifty shades of Damien.
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