Here's the skinny:
I had set up a date with Mace, educated, well traveled, and employed (things you don't always find on POF) for this past Friday. I really wanted to be a hermit by the time Friday rolled around but I also wanted a drink, so I went through with it. We met up outside of the bar (I went for a handshake, he went for a hug) and went in to get a table. The wait was 15-20 minutes for a table and was cool with me, there was a spot open at the bar to get a drink and wait. He wanted to walk around the area, bare in mind it's mid-November in Cleveland. It's cold. But, whatever. We walked around for a bit and chatted. He is very touchy feely. Arm on my shoulders. Rubbing my back. Cracking mildly suggestive jokes.

He apparently didn't get the message, I recieved a text from him Saturday evening.
My mom says that I was a bit blunt and harsh. I feel I wasn't. He clearly didn't understand when I said no to a kiss, a subtle hint here was not going to come across.
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