He wants me to have his baby

He wants me to have his baby

What do you say to a guy who tells you that?

So I had a date with a guy, let’s call him, Grandpa. Yeah, as you’ve guessed it’s a May – December thing. I met him through this online dating agency. Usually, before I meet someone I exchange pictures. In this case, he had seen my picture, but I had not seen his. I knew he was older. I knew he was upper class. I just didn’t know what he looked like.

We had several conversations on the phone. He has an impressive voice and speaks with impeccable English; the Queen’s English. He’s a banker. Wealthy.

As I was returning from my sex-capades with dude, Grandpa was waiting for me outside my flat in his Jaguar.

I could have run inside my flat and had a shower, but I secretly got off on the fact that I had the scent of another man on my body.

I was wearing a baby pink halter top with ruffles. It showed off my large breast in just the right way. The pink hinted at innocence, while the cleavage hinted at more…

Additionally, I wore my favorite denim skirt. Short. Just above the knee. And I had on a great pair of Steve Madden high heels.

Grandpa, was about 53 years old (I think) So technically, no, he couldn’t be my grandfather. He was white, had white hair, and a round face and belly.

Because we were in his car, parking proved to be a problem. We ended up driving quite far out of central London. I think we were in Edgeware? I had a feeling that he was driving me away from London just so that he could spend more time in the car with me.

In the car we discussed investments, financials, property market and investment strategies. I love when a guy assumes I’m dumb and it turns out I can hold any conversation with him on any topic. I’m sure Grandpa was expecting me to be one of those ditzy girls; the pretty type with no brains.

Thanks to the fact that I grew up an ugly ducking I’ve had a lot of time to work on my personality and education. I’m extremely intelligent. Guys look at my boobs and seem to forget that. I would guess that I’m more intelligent than 95% of the guys I go out with.

I can have an informed conversation with you about geothermal energy resources and think about sucking your cock at the same time.

When we finally found a restaurant. He parked the car. We got out of the car. It was at that point that he proclaimed how much he fancied me; that he thinks I’m lovely, and delightful and “mind-blowingly sexy.” He gave me a big bear hug; wrapping his fat arms around me. He then planted a kiss on my mouth. Whooooa… moving bit too fast there! Not that I would have a problem kissing him. But HELLO we just met like 30 minutes ago. Now he’s trying to stick his tongue down my mouth? STEADY!

He then proceeded to tell me that he can’t wait to get me into bed and would do his best to please me.

Now that’s all well and good. But this isn’t THAT kind of date.

We ate at an Italian restaurant. I insisted on paying. I don’t mind paying for a dinner date with a guy if I know I’m not interested. It’s like, I don’t want to be beholden to him.

By the end of the date, Grandpa was in love with me. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He said that he’d take great care of me; and that he knows that he could make me happy.

This is moving like way too fucking fast! I just met him 2 hours ago now he wants to take care of me for the rest of my life. Either:
1. I’m THAT good (and any guy should be lucky to have me) or
2. This guy is a right nutter!

I told him that we should go out on a few more dates. I mean he hardly knows me. He has an idea of who I am. He’s fallen in love with the idea of me, not the real me. Really, we should go on a few more dates. He hasn’t had the opportunity to find out all my bad points!

And before I got out of the car at the end of our date he said to me, that should I fall pregnant, I can be assured that he’d take care of me and the baby.

He also made a comment about how he “wouldn’t mind raising an interracial child.” Should I be offended by that comment? He also said that most white guys my age would never consider having a family with someone not white. Is that true? I have no idea. Would like a point of view from any twenty / thirty year old white guys on the topic.

I hope Grandpa isn’t insinuating that I should be lucky to have found him since he’d be willing to impregnate me where most other (white) men wouldn’t.

Hold on! I don’t even want kids! Maybe one day. Not now. I haven’t even thought about it. Gees!

Grandpa ended the date by saying that he would be most pleased for me to be pregnant with his child. “There’s nothing more romantic,” he said, than knowing the woman you love is carrying your child in her stomach.”

This is a perfect example of too much, too soon. Grandpa, here’s some advice. Don’t lay all your cards on the table. I like you, but not THAT much. You’re supposed to slowly reveal things about yourself to make me like you. Not all at once! Get a clue!