adams - i did. Let me give you all the whole sorry run down for halarity/ education/ lessons to be learnt.
We meet in pub car park - he looks like a blonde Peter andre, this should have been the warning, but unfortunatley my uterus was taken in and screaming YES at me. He posed his way round the pub, knowing people were checking him out, flashing his teeth ( veneers, £4000 ) that matched nicely with his whiter than white t shirt. Meanwhile, my ears have blocked out his drone, mostly talking about body buikding and gym and his competations, and instead im flirting like a mother fucker. He tells me my tits looks amazing and should we get out of here. In a lust filled fug i follow him.
He makes no move on me, until i get some hair in my eye and im in a rum filled stupor. He gets a blow job on the sofa, never touching me once.... ok, that can be forgiven maybe, but the standin g up at the last momment, cumming all over my face while shouting ' eat my cum' leaves me a bit 
Nevermind thinks i, and i drink more rum deciding he will make up for it later.
Which he doesnt. Sex was lame. He was too busy waving his cock in my face, complimenting himself and having his hand on himself, that he never touched me, not once, bar some sloppy oral which did nothing for me. It was all over very quickly, with the same ending as earlier.
never being one to give up and now being very frustrated, because his cock is huge and i was incrediuably unsatisfied, i go in for round 3. I go back under the covers, for about 10 mins, he does nothing, i look up and hes lying there, hand behind his head!!!!!!! i move up and try some other things, and he pushes my head back down. And then i give up and realise the only thing that gets him off is looking at himself.
Not worth it, esp since i have fake tanned stained sheets. Not worth getting to know him better and trying again, as its abundantly clear hes thw worlds most selfish lover.
My uterus was wrong, so very, very wrong.