Erin: The internet produces a good one, maybe I'm the one who is screwed up?

Of course, I would not be back on here telling stories had it worked out.

So Plentyoffish.com finally produced a date. She was young (23), which already broke a rule that I never seem to adhere to, but what are you gonna do? We exchanged a few emails, followed by a couple of phone calls, and then our 1st date. She invited me over to have dinner at her place. Now this was a red flag to begin with. Come on ladies, how do you know I'm not some axe yielding rapist. Either way, when you live on fast/bar food like I do, a home cooked meal sounds pretty appealing. She cooked an amazing dinner and then we talked for hours. I tell you folks I had finally found a good one. She was attractive, sweet, funny, a great cook, etc.

In fact, just to illustrate the fact that I think I am messed up in the head, let me list her good qualities.

Very cute
Very very kind
Amazing cook
Animal Lover
Great Sex
Nice family
Educated
Good Job
Own place (very clean by the way)

I guess if I could pin point anything wrong with her, it would be that she came on a bit strong. I ended up meeting both her parents on a few occasions withing the first couple of weeks. I tried to over look it (and probably inadvertantly encouraged it), but it was scaring the hell out of me. I liked her (there was a lot to like), but after my track record of misery, I wanted to know her better before getting so serious. Or at least that is what I told myself.

After a couple of weeks I noticed something disturbing. Even though she seemed amazing, I was finding myself anxious to leave when I was with her. I would feel relieved as I drove home, and I made little effort to schedule future dates. Had it not been for her perseverance, I doubt we ever would have seen additional dates. I told her that i didn't feel like the relationship was going anywhere and cut her loose. She was very hurt, but handled it maturely.

Then, in typical me fashion, I saw her again several days later. She stayed over and of course we had sex. I was really upset with myself, but found a way to blame her, insisting that she should have known better.

Anyway, she moved on and is now seeing someone else. I know this was one of my more boring posts, but it is starting to make me see that I may have more issues than just bad luck. I think an entire blog on that subject is coming soon.