Story Sent in by Eva:
Jimmy started out as a nice guy and after dinner he asked me, "What should we do next?"
I suggested we go to an arcade, which we did for a little while. After that, he asked, "What should we do next?"
It was after 11pm and I was ready to call it a night. I told him that I was probably going to head home.
He replied, "Okay! Should I follow you there? Or if you just give me the address coordinates I can use my GPS."
I said, "No, I'm going home on my own. But I had a nice time with you–"
"You're leaving me? Why? I thought we were having a nice time."
"We did."
"Great!" he said with a suddenly creepy grin, "So what should we do next? Go back to your house?"
I said, "The date is over. Goodnight."
"Why?" he asked over and over, "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? What should we do next? Why? Why?"
I walked around the block a few times to make sure he wasn't following me back to my car. Once in the car, I also took a circuitous route home in case he followed me, but he didn't.
In the morning, I woke to eleven missed calls from him and a text that said something like, "Good morning! What should we do now?"
Nothing. That's it.
3/30/2014
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I bet he was pretty pissed after you didn't call him back. Probably just sat at his window calling out your name.
ReplyDeleteMan, I feel bad for the OP, but stories like this make me feel SO much better about dating. I almost feel like I'm a better catch than 90% of the guys out there simply by being polite, articulate, and not having a diagnosable mental illness, you know?
ReplyDeleteHi ! What should we do now ? Come on ! Entertain me ! What should we do now ? Hi !
ReplyDeleteI didn't realize it it was legal for toddlers to date.
ReplyDeleteFunny comments (chuckling). I also agree with Wolf ~ reading these stories makes me stop questioning my own sanity! It is true - life is full of crackpots and I'm not crazy to think so.
ReplyDeleteWolf....I have dated a few that seemed to have UN-diagnosable mental illnesses. THOSE are the ones you gotta look out for.
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