Hear You Roar

Story Sent in by Stephanie:

Jim and I were walking down a street together on our first date, after a short walk around a park and on our way to dinner. All of a sudden, he dropped several coins on the pavement.

"Whoops!" he said, then stooped to pick them up. I bent to help him.

"No, no!" he said, "I've got it. There's aren't too many of them." He then situated his head so as to see up my dress.

I stepped away. He jerked at me, then tried to look up it, again. "Come on! Just a peek!" he whined, once I was too far away for him to try again.

"This date's over," I said and walked away.

"Hey!" he yelled, jumping to his feet and running for me, "Wait up!"

I sped down the sidewalk, but he caught up and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry," he said.

I replied, "I appreciate that, but–"

"But there's nothing wrong with taking a look. I mean, you are wearing underwear, aren't you?"

I side-stepped him and moved on. He called after me, "Aren't you? Hey! Aren't you? Are you wearing underwear or not?"

I didn't appreciate that, especially as there happened to be several other people walking along the same sidewalk. He didn't make the mistake of following me, but instead yelled, "Are you wearing panties?"

Furious, I turned around and screamed, "No, but you are!" then hurried to my car as fast as my legs would carry me. I was positive that he would give chase, but I made it back to my car without incident.

He wrote me an email that night in which he said that what he did was nothing to be ashamed of. "I was just being a normal guy," he said, "But your reaction makes me think that you were raped or something. Were you?"

I've never been, thanks to luck and common sense, and especially for knowing when to walk away from idiots like this one.