Yes!!! (Might I add there are triggers in my story.)
I always forget that I had a terrible (and luckily only) blind date with a high school friend’s “friend” (which I later found out she had met him on Myspace and that’s how they became friends, wtf). I actually thought this guy was gay when I first met him by his mannerisms and way of speaking, but apparently he wasn’t because he had expressed interest in me which is why my friend begged me to give him a try. Anyway, I agreed to go on a date with him. I asked him to pick me up at a park because I didn’t want a stranger picking me up at my house.
When he got there I entered his car and he goes, “Remember how I said we were going to the movies and then to dinner? Yeah, no.” I FREAKED out. I go, ‘omg, this guy is a rapist, why did I agree to this?!’. He then says, “We should do it the right way, dinner and then a movie.” I felt somewhat relieved, but then I realized this guy was so damn cheesy when he gave me a single fake rose, because “a rose that won’t die is most beautiful” or some bullshit. We had dinner, it was so awkward. We then went to the movie theater (I forgot what we saw), and at the end I felt my face getting oily so I was wiping my cardigan against my nose, and he was just like “aw, you’re crying?!” and proceeded to hold my hand. Um, yeah, no. Finally, he drove me back to where he picked me up. On the way he proceeded to say I had the most beautiful laugh (I was uncomfortable the entire time, so my laugh wasn’t sincere, it was nervous), and that I was so beautiful. But then he told me he was undocumented and was working illegably at a bar, and had a dream of becoming a soccer scar. Yeah, that was a big deal breaker.
Loooooong after that date, we kept in contact through text and Facebook. I didn’t have the heart to say that I was no longer interested. But then suddenly he stopped messaging me for about two weeks, I was relieved, thinking he was done too. Well, he wasn’t. I got a Facebook message out of the blue saying that he was sorry for not talking to me for those past few weeks, that he tried committing suicide, was in acoma, and wanted to see me over ice cream to “talk” more about this. Um, WHAT. I didn’t respond. I didn’t know what to think. A month or so later he messaged me again, saying he was shot, and, again, wanted to talk over ice cream. But this time he proceeded to say that he missed me, he felt a connection, that I was the most beautiful woman ever, and that this was true love. I freaked out. I never responded again, and he stopped until a year after that to say “Merry Christmas”, but that was years ago.
I told myself I would never go on a blind date again or date someone that I wasn’t friends first with. There are a lot of crazies in the world.