I had a wierd date years ago that still makes me wonder what was going on. They guy I was interested in was a musician and handsome in an unusual kind of way. Red hair, beautiful eyes, a Manuel of Hollywood blue satin jacket with white piping and musical notes on it. He also had a (real, ha ha) job and a coworker who said he was interested in me, but shy. I stopped by his work and casually asked him out with a “I’m gonna be here at so-and-so time, why doncha meet me?” He said he would, but didn’t show. Oh, the disappointment, but hey, it’s my fault- too casual. So I tried again.
I invite him to dinner. He accepts and says he’ll meet me there at the appointed time. He doesn’t show, but has an excuse later. And he invites me to come see his band. I do. They are good, AND they sing a song with my name in it. It’s an obscure-ish song, and I’m flattered thinking that he had the whole band learn it just for me. Wow. I invite him to a show.
He no-shows again. I’m pissed. Tickets, driving to downtown, three no-shows. WTF? Fortunately, I call around and scrounge up another date, a friend, who wants to go to the show. Lucky for the musician. I had planned to make him pay me back for the tickets prior to the royal dumping if I could have not found a date that night. I didn’t bother to go dump him. Perhaps he had already dumped me. I’m not sure.
No, ivylass. I never did press any charges. My friends hurt him pretty bad, so I figured he got what he deserved. Like I said, I was a dumb 17 year old.
I DID have all kinds of tests done to make sure he hadn’t given me anything or gotten me pregnant. I am/ was fine, thank Og!
Looking back, I wish I had told someone in authority. I hope he didn’t do this to anyone else…:smack:
You know, depending on the laws where you live, it may not be too late to report what happened to authorities. Because you never know, he may have done this to other women, and he may still be doing it. You could save someone a lot of heartache, possibly!
plain_jane, I looked into this a few years ago. Because I do not know his last name, age, state of origin or anything else useful in tracking him down, there isn’t much anyone can do. I did check with the management company of the apartment building we lived in, but I wasn’t sure anymore what floor/apt. # he lived on or in. They DID look through their records for any guys named Drew who lived in the building when it happened. There were none. He had a roomate, who I never met, so possibly the lease was not in Drew’s name.
I honestly DO regret not telling anyone, but I was scared that I would be seen as a little slut, and I also felt that it was, to some degree, my own fault. I know now that it wasn’t and that my behavior was no excuse for what he did. We can only hope that the severe beating he received kept him from doing it again.
When I had described the date through the first half hour and had about 950 words I realized the Readers’ Digest version would have to do. Here are the most memorable things he said. I’ll let you imagine the circumstances.:
“Hi, Gwen” (Although it’s a logical and common nickname for my name I had already told him a half dozen times when we met that I did not care to use it.) “**Your hair looks much better that way. **” This is only the second time he’s laid eyes on me or my hair! He also patted my head as he said it.
“Since you stood me up last time I get to pick the movie” He wasn’t joking! His choice was Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story. The Woody Allen movie playing at the same time was rejected because it was, “Too Jewish.” Hmmph. And ftr to say I stood him up is not entirely accurate.
“**Do you have to work tomorrow, or can we go out and get hammered? **” This, after I’ve told him several times throughout the evening that I don’t drink, at all, ever. (Also while I’m running ahead of him to my car so I can leap into it and drive away without giving him an opportunity to wonder if he’s supposed to kiss me. Yipes, at that point I didn’t even want to shake his hand.)
As it happened I was watching Letterman with my family a few nights later. When Dave said that the Top 10 list was “How to Tell When a Date Has Gone Badly” four heads turned to me in unison, with Rockette-like precision, all with an expression of “You know when a date’s gone badly, don’t you?” expression.
It was a really nasty beating. The close friends who found me were not small guys. They dragged him out into the stairwell of the apt. building. I can’t say for sure what exactly they did to him, but he ended up with a what looked like a broken jaw, broken clavicle (sp?), or maybe shoulder (You know those sling-type things they do for both of those injuries. It was hard to tell.) and lots of stitches and bruises. I saw him as he was moving out a few days later. He didn’t look at me.
I once dated an attorney in South Florida. I stopped seeing him because he had a major temper.
A few weeks after I had last seen him, I read about his arrest in The Miami Herald - he had another girlfriend who was pregnant & pressuring him to marry her; he was Jewish and didn’t want to marry her <non-Jewish>. So - he did the sensible thing and hired someone to take a baseball bat to her and the unborn twins. :eek:
Lovely.
The scariest part of it is that he’s now out on parole - I think he served 5 years.
The best part - the whole thing was discovered before the scheduled beating and the twins were delivered safely.
