Dating disaster number two..

Dave from Massachusetts wrote:

What's up man? Love the site. Here's my story.

I was introduced to this woman through a friend of mine. She was a total package, hot and fun to hang out with. She was even into sports which was cool. Most women try to fake that, but when you start rattling off scores and stats they get bored or look at you like you're Rain Man or something.

So we go on our first date and had a great time. Second and third date too. Things are going well, and on the fourth date, we sleep together. That's when things got creepy and fast. I woke up the next morning and she wanted to talk. I accepted and she told me how she wanted to settle down and that she thought I was a great guy. She wanted a relationship.

I told her I was totally for it, but wanted to go on a few more dates with her before making up my mind on that because I'd made that mistake before. She agreed, and our day went on.

I was at work when she emailed me. She said she'd thought about our talk and disagreed with me on every aspect of it, but couldn't say anything because she didn't know what to say. She asked me to come over to her house and grab my things (I'd left a shirt there and my gym bag, etc) that night.

Later on, I got two more emails. One apologizing for the previous email and saying she wanted me back, then another angry one telling me we should talk tonight. I was weirded out. I was going to go over there and get my stuff, then get the hell out before she castrated me or something.

When I got over there though, she was making dinner and had started a bonfire in her backyard. I could see through the kitchen window. She was happy to see me and even tried to kiss me, but I backed away and explained why I was there.

She replied with, "I thought you'd say that. I don't know why guys are intimidated by a girl that speaks her mind."

I told her that it wasn't about her speaking her mind, it was the on again off again, passive aggressive thing that was just too much for me to handle. I asked her again for my things.

She put some bread in the oven and pointed to the backyard. "Go get them," she said, pointing to the fire.

She burned my stuff. Gym shoes, clothes, gym bag, and everything inside. I freaked out and she started SINGING. I grabbed my sweat shirt and got the hell out.

The next day she called me and chewed me out for leaving without even having dinner. I changed my number the same day. Good thing she never saw where I live.

Dave

Woah, Dave, that was a nightmare story. Thanks for writing.