8/04/2012

Something's Cracked

Story Sent in by Dorrie:

I met Paul online, and our first date was short. We met in a park and he, a big guy, gave me an unexpected, large, bear hug. He then laughed and slammed a fist into his hand and said, "Ha, ha! You're so small, I bet I could smash your head between my fists like a stack of Saltine crackers!"

I asked, "Why would you say that?"

He said, "Just putting it out there, in case you were planning to try something."

I asked, "What could I possibly do to warrant the threat, let alone, the action?"

He sighed. "I dunno. Let's just do dinner, all right?"

"No thanks." I hurried back to my car. I heard him say something behind me that sounded like, "bitch," but I'd say that's preferable to being caught. between his fists.
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7 comments:

  1. Sarah8/04/2012 11:36 AM

    Good call.

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  2. Mia the cat8/04/2012 3:29 PM

    Finally somebody who is out of there in the first red flag. Good.

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    1. Anonymous8/07/2012 9:45 AM

      Word. (I can't believe how many people stick around despite numerous red flags.)

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    2. Anonymous8/24/2012 11:00 AM

      Yeah, but that's one Hell of a red flag. Even the more out there stories don't usually start off with a clear threat of physical violence.

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  3. DaveG8/04/2012 6:34 PM

    ^^^.

    But would she kick him out of bed for smashing crackers?

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  4. morrowrd8/05/2012 9:07 AM

    alot of young guys have no idea how to treat a woman.

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  5. TechRyze12/02/2014 8:46 AM

    OP dodged a bullet there.

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