"International" dating- part two

It seemed only moments after my break up with LL that I suddenly had people telling me of all their wonderful friends I should be dating. My co-worker was one of these said people. As the tale goes, a friend of her's met me at a party and really thought I was charming. The truth? The night I met him I was so wasted that I kept satring at him, trying to figure out if he was gay or a bro. I had assumed he was gay. Either way, I was pretty sure I thought he was cute while under the influence, so I gave permission to pass along my number. A week later; I was standing outside of a resteraunt, waiting to have my first date with an Iranian. Now, the fact that he was Iranian wouldn't have been important at all... except he was REALLY into being Iranian. Like, he had bookshelves dedicated to the subject. And he had some special Persian rug that people weren't really allowed to step on. Anyway... First off, he was 30 minutes late. Which I decided to forgive due to nice conversation and a free meal. But then he asked a weird question: "What are you up to tonight?" Ummm... I'm sorry? Am I mistaken? I thought I was on a date... with you? He proceeds to tell me about some long lost friend who was in town. I honestly stopped listening, because I was bored. But when I tuned back in, I realized he was actually inviting me to some random house party. I admire a man who can multi-task, and I am a roll with the punches kind of gal, so I agree to go. This was a terrible idea. I mean, seriously. Having your first date at a house party where you know NO ONE- not even your date, really... it's like being back in Middle School and no one will eat lunch with you because you have bad hair, a lisp, terrible acne, and you refuse to stop wearing sweat suits. Only booze is involved. So, we make it through this new form of torture called a party and end up at an after hours bar. At this point the Iranian is toasty. He begins to be affectionate, but in the strangest ways... like: 1) Caressing my entire arm 2)Talking about how he missed doing coke 3)Hinting that he wants me to birth his babies 4) Literally running his hands through my hair until it is fully in my face I went home feeling confused. He made me feel weird, but not in a good way. So obviously, I went out with him several more times. They all kind of went the same: him getting drunk and molesting my hair. Except there was that one time when people were doing coke in his bathroom... while he molested my hair. All in all, the slow fade was put into action... and the dating journey was officially on it's way.