A conversation today remind me of something which happened to me some years (more than I would like to admit!) ago. I was at a party when I was introduced to a guy, immediately the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and every instinct in my body was telling me to not just walk but run away, it was if the danger sense in my hind-brain had been triggered and was going nuts. However objectively I could not honestly say there was anything wrong with him, he was perfectly polite, friendly and pleasant, nobody else seemed to notice (or notice the expression which must have been on my face) and there was nothing out of the ordinary about him.
After some strained small talk I made my excuses, however for the rest of the evening he kept trying to make conversation, probably wondering why I was avoiding him. Needless to say I didn’t have much fun at the party…
Thankfully I never met him again and I don’t know what happened to him. I was just wondering if anyone else has ever had a similar experience, or should just put it into the I was being crazy bracket.
Not trying to be political. I shook Rick Perry’s hand once when I was in high school or early college. I looked into his eyes and it was like I was looking into the inner sanctum of He’ll or something. It’s hard to describe. He wasn’t governor yet (W was still governor.)
I saw W when I was a kid at a Rangers game with my dad. He pointed him out as the President’s son. He seemed upset but he didn’t seem evil or anything.
I visited a Buddhist meditation centre once and during lunch there was a guy at our table who lectured on some aspect of Buddhism and he gave out such weird vibes that I felt really uncomfortable and anxious. Afterwards, I asked my friend “Was that the Devil?” Spooky.
Yes, one of the guys on my husbands first boat skeeved me out. Found out later he was married to 2 women [apparently he told one woman he was stuck on base during the week and only available weekends he didn’t have duty, and the other woman he told the reverse …]
On the other hand, I read the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich and Joe Morelli [the designated love interest for the protagonist, they are in a constantly on and off relationship] and he pings my abuser-dar in a bad way [he starts out as friends with benefits, and eventually they ‘get serious’ and all he does is tell her that they need to get married, she needs to quit but he will let her work a boring factory job until she gets pregnant and quits to be a stay at home mom, that she needs to give up all her friends - and she has stated multiple times she is not ready to get married, doesn’t want to have kids and doesn’t want a boring job and won’t give up her friends. Anybody trying to isolate and control a significant other has not got their best interests in mind. Not to mention he frequently shows up at her crime sites and yells at her, calling her incompetent. <shudder>]
When Ann Rule wrote The Stranger Beside Me, she heard from many woman who thought they had met Ted Bundy, but something told them to get away from him. She believed some of them were real encounters, and advised all women to listen to that voice, get away, run, or start screaming and fighting.
I met him in Southwest China. He insisted that he be called “Foot Soldier.” He told me about how he was framed for illegal entry to Laos and spent several months in prison there.
I have had that feeling a few times, usually not quite so dramatic but I often get bad vibes. about 40 years ago I was having a party and brought my German short haired pointer in to show him off to the guests, He was very well trained and had never shown any sign of aggression toward humans. One of the guests caught his eye and the dog went berserk and wanted to kill this guy. I put him away and didn’t give it much more thought. About a month later we find out this guy was arrested for the murder of his wife across country and had been living here under an alias.
Oh yes, I should have been more specific, I’ve had the ‘bad vibes’ thing happen a few times but never anything nearly as intense before or since. Its interesting that people are able to pick up on these things even without really being able to explain why. And dogs seem to be able to sense it as well, as in your story!
That’s…ummm…unusual. Not the rest is normal behaviour.
I met a woman this year (a coworker of sorts, although we weren’t in the same team) who had a ‘cruel’ face, for lack of a better way to put it, and gave a ‘malicious/cannot-be-trusted’ vibe. And sure enough, she later exhibited certain twist-the-knife-in-people-while-they’re-hurting tendencies (she was only verbally so, I don’t think physically abusive).
That being said, though, I think that when people talk about avoiding someone because their dogs don’t like him/her, or because some ‘sixth sense’ is triggered, that can easily be a cover for bigotry. It can easily be a way to excuse prejudice - “Something didn’t *feel *right about that Jewish/black/Hispanic/short person, so you can’t blame me, it’s my senses!”
When Mrs. Gap and I were on our honeymoon in Colorado, we stopped at a roadside rest stop that was near Lizard Head Pass. This guy came out of nowhere and started chatting us up. All her buzzers and flashers went off at once and she insisted we’d like to talk but really had to go. She couldn’t get us out of there fast enough.
Years later on the Atlantic coast of Florida we were about to take a moonlight stroll on the beach, and we both got that creepy feeling. Not too long after that we saw a documentary on someone that was brutally murdered at a similar site.
When I was a young man, I was walking alone, at night, in a sort of shady neighborhood. There were some dudes hanging out on a “stoop” and they were eyeing me. I very obviously put my right hand in my overcoat pocket at which point I heard one of them mutter “He’s got a gun”. I didn’t and don’t know why I made that reaction, but I think it was for the best.
Our survival instinct is not always conscious but when it calls, you’d best answer.
No, I’m not referring to a famous person. I just thought that people would appreciate that someone with such a nom de guerre who basically introduces himself as a felon in the shitholiest of Southeast Asian nations is generally someone to avoid forming any lasting bonds with. And by “bonds,” I mean anything more significant than chatting for the precise amount of time it takes to smoke one cigarette.
One of them was Debbie Harry, who said she believed he picked her up while she was walking home after a show on a rainy night back when Blondie was still a bar band. She got a really bad feeling, and got out of the car at the next red light.
:eek:
As for Rick Perry, I get that feeling just from looking at pictures of him.
A friend’s bf. This was years ago and she had just gotten divorced.
I took one look at the guy and knew he was trouble. I wanted to tell her, but she wouldn’t have listened. I guess I should have.
He ended up being abusive to her, molested her daughter, caused her to lose her house, and took every penny she had.
Another time the place where I worked had hired some new people. The woman walked into the room and I said there is something wrong with her. She was incredibly beautiful, tall, thin, pretty face, great hair, very nice, - but I knew something was wrong with her. The few people at work that I said something to thought I was being mean, but I wasn’t, I liked her. A few months later she had a breakdown at work, locked herself in the bathroom, the police and paramedics had to be called to get her out. She was mentally ill, heard voices, paranoid - sad. Later somebody in the office saw her, out in a blizzard, barely dressed, doing pirouettes down an alley.
Everybody wanted to know how I knew, but to me it was so obvious I don’t know how everybody else missed it.
When my best friend first began dating after being widowed, she met a man who was a contractor for the company she worked for. He was considerably younger than she was, but she said yes when he asked her out.
She invited him to her grandson’s second birthday party for a third or fourth date and I, along with the family met him. He immediately raised a red flag to her son in law and me by bringing an inappropriately expensive gift for the toddler. We both kept a close eye on him, especially around the kids.
A few keystrokes on the PC after the party showed that he was a registered sex offender with child rape being the offense that he had served time for. Needless to say, that was their last date.
