Jamie in CA again

It seems like one or two things here:
1- Jamie dates SO much she has more stories than anyone else
or
2- Jamie should stop meeting men online. They all seem like freaks!

"I am a friend to the world of internet dating. I do it often. I met a man and went out with him, but decided he wasn’t for me and told him no thank you after the first date. He continued to call and email, and through this, we’ve become friends. Well, I’m keeping it friends. So, we’ve kept in touch, meet up with friends and have drinks, etc. He’s been a fun friend. He want’s more, but has been ok with us just being friends. Well, one night he calls and wants me to come over and watch a movie and have dinner. He wants to take me to a nice restaurant, and watch a movie at his house. I mention we are STILL just friends and he says yes, he understands. Well, I decided since he knows where we stand, it might be nice to get out. I get to his house, he lives a good 50 minutes away, and he immediately takes me around to see the “animals”. He’s got them all outside, except for one he keeps on the kitchen table!!!!! Like a centerpiece! Who does that???? He also has statues and figurines of reptiles all over the place. So we talk about where we’re going to eat, and I mention I’d love a good salad. He perked up and said he knew a great place for salads!!!! Off we went to the great place. We drove around for quite awhile, and I’m thinking it’s going to be somewhere pretty decent, and we pull up to Round Table Pizza. No, I’m not kidding. I believe we were the only adults in there. We get to the register, and we order two salad bar plates and two sodas. (I’m feeling like I’m in 10th grade…) Then, Bill, the asphalt man turns to me and says, “I don’t know where my wallet is….” Yes, ladies, it’s true. The man has no wallet. He didn’t mention this in the truck. Nor did he mention it when we got there, but mentioned it when we were paying. So, I whipped out my wallet, and paid for our dinner. Luckily, it didn’t cost much! At all!!!! So all during dinner he watches “The Game” on a big screen, and complains about his wallet. We leave, get back to his house, and this is where I should have left, but allowed this date to continue. Not sure why, don’t judge. He convinced me to come in, and watch a movie. It was early, fine. Can’t remember the name of the movie, but it was pretty good. I sat on one end of the couch, while he sat on the other. He kept staring at me, it was very uncomfortable. Then, out of the blue, he says, “I really want to kiss you.” I tell him no, as we are only friends and are only ever going to be friends. Next thing I know, asphalt man is on top of me, with no means of escape! The breathing was difficult, and he managed a big long kiss, but I did finally escape. We had a long talk after that, and I actually finished the movie! Again, don’t judge! I felt bad for him. I was out of there at 11, and have not ever since been alone with Bill. So, ladies, I met a “friend” paid $20 in gas to get there, paid $18 for dinner, watched a movie about sports, only to get molested by a large man who smells like tar. A Saturday night, home alone, in my sweats and a movie, is a far cry better than a big man who smells like pavement laying on top of you."