I'm Sure He'll Find What He Seeks

Story Submitted by Ashlyn:

Chad and I met on a dating site, and it wasn't long before he invited me out for coffee.  He was a little younger than I was, but he seemed nice, and I wanted to give him a chance.

We met up outside in the evening and were a few blocks away from the cafe.  As we walked, we passed some brick civic building with an iron bar fence on either side of its driveway. 

Chad jumped behind the fence and said, "Look!  I'm in jail!"

I gave a short laugh and continued walking.  He hung back and said, "Hey, aren't you going to help me?"

I turned around and, playing along, said, "Why would I?  You obviously deserve to be there."

He stepped away from the bars and said, "Or maybe you're the one in prison.  For being a bitch!"

Still playing along, I said, "You're imprisoned here, with me, so I guess that makes you a bitch, too."

He said, "You can be my bitch.  Bitch."  He then beckoned to me from his side of the fence.  It was off the street, and I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea, so I shook my head and said, "No.  You come over here."

He gave me a smirk, then unzipped his pants and said, "But I've got to make you my bitch."

I gasped and stepped away.  "I don't think we're really ready for that.  Prison or not."

"But we're in prison!  And you're my bitch!  You're my bitch!"

My, I thought, what a strange series of words to say to someone on a first date.  I dropped the game and said, "Chad, come on back over.  Let's keep going.  Zip it up."

He grabbed the iron bars like a desperate prisoner and howled, "I need my bitch!  Where's my bitch?  Where's my prison bitch?"

"Chad," I yelled, "Cut it out and get over here."

He zipped up his pants, moped over, and dragged his feet all the way to the cafe.  He offered to buy me coffee to make up for his behavior, and I let him do it, even though I was sure that there wouldn't be a second date.

We spoke quietly for several minutes, then, in the middle of our conversation, he stood up, straightened out his clothes, and said, "I just wanted you as my prison bitch," then took a drink from his coffee, put his cup back on the table, and left.

I remained behind, finished my drink, threw our cups out, and went home to bed, in a vain attempt to forget that the prior evening had happened in the first place.