THE PARKING LOT DATE

by Steve Clem on October 31, 2011

Disclaimer: This blog entry contains content which may be unsuitable for persons under the age of 18, my parents, or anyone with a stick up their butt.

So about three years ago, I had a date with a solid, upstanding, Christian woman.
“Karol” and I had met on a dating site. We seemed to hit it off via email and phone. So we had our first date. We met halfway between our homes, at a little dive bar, for burgers and beer.

As I said, she was a very strong Christian woman. All her kids (she had 5 of them) were named things like Isiah and Jedediah and such.

We had a great date. Laughing, talking, getting to know one another. I was definitely thinking that she was worthy of a second date, and got the feeling she felt the same way about me.

So at the end of the date, I walked her to her car, and gave her a kiss on her cheek, and a hug. After the hug, I made a remark about how nice it felt. Not thinking much about it, I headed to my car.

When I got home, I sent her a text saying I had a great time. She replied saying she did too.

Then I texted her “When can I see you again?” Complete silence.

Over the next few days, we texted less and less, and I realized she tended to go silent whenever I brought up the idea of a second date.

Eventually, we just quit texting each other. Life moved on, and I started dating a high school friend who lived in Kansas City.

It had been over a year at least, when I was in Tampa FL for New Year’s Eve with the Kansas City woman, when suddenly this woman started texting me out of the blue.

KC woman was jealous at the time that another woman was textingme, so I pretty much ignored her.

Fast forward to my living hell, when in a four week span KC girl dumped me, I lost my job, lost my townhouse, and temporarily lost my car.

I’m living in a hotel, waiting to get approved for an apartment with my foreclosure on my record…when she starts texting me again. We talk very openly, and she continually discusses her faith and Christianity.

Then she starts asking me about my relationship with KC Girl, and if we were intimate with one another.

I told her yes, we were two grown single adults, and we decided to show our affections for one another by being physically intimate.

She responded by telling me she wouldn’t have sex with me until at least six months into a relationship. She added that the reason she wouldn’t go on a second date with me before was because she thought I was too physical with my hug, and in expressing that it felt nice.

Okay, I thought, we haven’t even had a second date, so that’s fair enough.

She was so damn persistent though. She continually texted me, and really wanted to get together. I reluctantly agreed, and figured if I got another date out of the way with her, we could both move onto a better match for each of us.

So I drove to her town, and picked her up for our lunch date.

We went to a little Italian place. It was mid-afternoon, so the place was virtually empty.

She reminded me yet again of her strong faith, and that we wouldn’t have sex for six months if we started dating. Again, my mindset was, let’s just get through this date, I’ll drop you off, and we can both go on our merry way.

The waiter comes over to give us water and asks if we want anything else to drink. She orders a beer, which shocks me.

I decide to order a beer as well.

Before our meal arrives, she orders a second beer. I order a second beer as well.

During the meal, she orders a third beer. And let’s just remember it’s about 2:30 in the afternoon. I tell her to enjoy the beer, but that since I have to drive back home, I’m done for the day.

So she has her third beer, and being small in stature, it’s impacting her, I can tell.

She talks about ordering a fourth beer when I remind her that her kids are going to be home from school soon, and she was adamant about making sure that she was home and they had no clue she had a lunch date with some man.

So we head to my car, leave the restaurant, and when I get ready to turn right toward her house, she belts out “NO GO LEFT! I WANT TO SHOW YOU MY TOWN!”

We’re driving around for about 5 minutes, and I notice she keeps trying to get me to turn down desolate roads and into hidden parking lots.

Finally I ask her “Are you trying to get me to park?”

She shyly admits that she is, and that she wants to make out with me.

So eventually we end up in a parking lot that overlooks a corn field on the edge of town. It’s on the edge of a small college campus.

It’s broad daylight, but there we are, listening to cheesy country music and thinking about making out like two high school sweethearts.

The next 30 seconds are a blur. We go from making out at the 5 second mark, to her having her hand on my crotch by the 10 second mark, to her unzipping my fly and letting the animals out of the barn door at the 25 second mark.

The next thing I know, she’s busy performing an act that rhymes with palatial on me, in a college commuter lot, while I watch the corn grow.

As I nervously scan the horizon for anyone who might be watching us, who might notice that her head is bobbing up and down on the driver seat side of my car…I notice a combine slowly moving in the rows of the cornfield closest to my car.

“There’s a farmer in his combine driving by right now” I tell her. “Mmmmph hmmmph hhhmmmph mpppmhh.” (Translation: I don’t give a shit)

A few minutes later, after not worrying about the farmer in the dell myself, I realize that her work on me is about to reach fruition.

Being the gentleman that I am, I warn her accordingly.

Her reply: “Mmmmph hmmmph hhhmmmph mpppmhh.” (Translation: I don’t give a shit)

As the fruition occurs, I suddenly find myself thinking about Bill Clinton. A “man of faith” who didn’t consider oral sex to be cheating, or sex.

Damn. I just had a date with the female version of Bill Clinton.

Suddenly, as if she was awakened from a drunken slumber, which in fact she may have very well been in, she blurts out “Oh my gosh. I have to get home!”

We hastily get ourselves back in order…me zipping up my jeans, and her asking me for a piece of gum…and I begin the short drive back to her house.

As we get a block away, she asks me to drive around the block and drop her off where her kids won’t see her.

I oblige, and as I pull up a half-block from her house she suddenly shrieks and ducks down.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her. “Did one of your kids see us?”

“No, that’s my pastor walking his dog right there.”

As her pastor disappears around the corner with Fido, she slides out of the car quickly and disappears into her house.

I was in a state of bewilderment as I drove home. What the hell just happened? I didn’t plan to ever talk to her again, because something completely freaked me out about the last few hours.

Halfway home, I got a text message from her. “When can I see you again?”

I didn’t reply.

And I still haven’t.

Steve Clem is a divorced dad, a recovering Republican, and a Prisoner in the Tundra. He is in the Guinness Book of World Records for being part of the largest Hokey Pokey of all time. He was the founding editor of the Iowa City weekly ICON. 
(This piece originally appeared on the blog A Prisoner in the Tundra)

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