The OKCupid thread just gave me terrible flashbacks (shudder). I'm so so so thankful and happy that I met a guy as wonderful as FI! We've been together for over two and a half years so I really don't think about my dating life anymore, till that thread reminded me of some horrible experiences (some hilarious, some just flat-out insane). I'm curious, what's your worst dating story?
Here's one of my most insane:
I was visiting a friend at her college and while walking around campus we ran into two guys who started chatting with us. They were really friendly and fun to talk to, and we told them we were on our way to a bar to get a drink. They asked if they could walk us there, so we all went. I'm totally hitting it off with one of the guys (let's call him C) and having a great time, but my friend and I decided we were ready to head home. At this point, C's buddy had ditched him and he apparently didn't have a ride back to where he was staying (he said he was an alumni of the school and was just back for a visit). Well, my friend, who is really not the brightest person, invites him to walk back to her place with us-- which is nearby-- and sleep on her couch. WTF?
At this point I was kind of getting weird vibes from this guy. Not that he was being creepy or inappropriate, but something about him was making me uneasy and I was ready for us to just go our separate ways. We had a drink, we had fun, time to call it a night. Unfortunately C takes my friend up on her offer and comes home with us, at which point I go into friend's room and lock the door (just in case) so we can go to sleep. She insists I go out and talk to C because "he's just sitting alone on the couch and that's awkward." Um... YOU invited him, genius!
I go out to talk to him, and suddenly he starts spilling his guts, telling me his mom committed suicide, his dad was in a mental hospital, on and on, and I had no idea what to even say. Then he takes my hand and puts it inside his shirt on his shoulder, and I feel all these bumps, almost like alligator scales. He tells me they're scars because he likes to cut himself. Holy shit. I politely end the conversation, go back in my friend's room, lock the door, and go to sleep. The next day I pretended to be too hungover to get up until he left because I felt so awkward that I didn't want to talk to him.
He then starts texting me right after he leaves (sadly I had given him my number back when things were still fun) asking for a ride up to my college. I made up a story about having to detour somewhere else and said I couldn't give him a ride. Then I ignored his other texts and hoped he would just leave me alone. The day I get back to my apartment, I get another text from him. He has decided that he and I should commit suicide together. He describes in great detail that he would like me to cut my wrists and "let the blood spill", and he would like to sit there with me and watch me die, (and he even offered to hold me while I bleed out! How sweet!) and then he'll shoot himself once he makes sure I'm really dead. What. The. Fuck.
I told him to never contact me again, and then spent the next few months being terrified that he would show up on my college campus and look for me, but I never saw or heard from him again.
Your turn!