Bottoming Out

Story Sent in by Nancy:

Paul was a gentleman online. He was sweet, polite, and funny. I was nervous about meeting him, which was rare for me. But meet him I did.

Dinner was a blast. He kept me laughing for most of it, and he even spoke the same two foreign languages that I did (French and Russian). To say that I was already kind of falling for him wouldn't be an exaggeration.

So it was during a warm evening walk after dinner that things unfortunately bottomed out. We were talking about grades we had received in college and were good-naturedly teasing each other.

He asked, "You're telling me you did well in physics? Come on! You're a girl!"

I said, "I got an A in physics."

He said, "I also got an A in physics. You know what else I got?"

"What?" I asked.

He grabbed a handful of my ass, yelled, "Got your ass!" then screamed like a Viking marauder and didn't let go.

I finally tore away and he gave me a look like I had seriously hurt his feelings. "What did I do?" he asked, "It's just your ass-meat."

I stammered, "Are, are, are you insane? Why would you do that?"

"I don't see the big deal," he said.

I replied, "Okay. I think I'm going to go home."

"Your loss," he said, "I had some more fun stuff planned."

I never found out what the "fun stuff" was and I never went out with Mr. Grabby again.