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A Real Catch
by Flannery M. (26, F, Macon, GA)

"A guy I'd met at a party asked me out. He seemed nice enough. I was newly single and not looking for anything serious, but I figured it would be fun.

He picked me up, and on the way to the restaurant he began driving 80 in a 50. I told him to slow down, and his response was, "oh don't worry about me. I won't get a ticket. My dad knows a judge, he fixes my tickets." When I told him that I wasn't worried about him getting a ticket but rather being killed, he said, "oh I won't crash!" and refused to slow down.

We finally reached the restaurant. I ordered an appletini, and he did the same. I said something jokingly about him being "a girl drink drunk", and he got angry and raised his voice and got incredibly defensive. I told him I was joking, and he said, "IT'S NOT FUNNY. NEVER COMPARE A MAN TO A GIRL."

The date was about to get exponentially worse.

We were at a nice Italian restaurant. The kind where you go in and expect to be there for at least an hour, if not two.

He rushes me to order. No problem, I knew what I wanted. He begins demanding our food from the waitress five minutes later. She finally brings it, shoves his in his mouth, and stares at me frowning and drumming his fingers on the table the entire time.

The entire - ENTIRE - time, his phone was ringing or the text ring was going off. He was getting angry and cursing at it. When I finally said, "why don't you just SHUT IT OFF," he said, "oh it's my parents. They think I'm at an NA meeting.

He was a "recovering" coke addict.

So he rushes me through with "oh my parents are going to show up at the meeting, we have to leave NOW". I spent approximately 10 minutes enjoying my food. Salad included.

We get in the car. He says, "one more thing before I go. I've been holding on to this for awhile."

He then pulled out a bag of cocaine and asked me to hold his cd case for him while he snorted. He offered me some. I declined.

My apartment was on the way to the meeting. I asked him to drop me. It would have taken two minutes. He refused, and dragged me to the NA meeting. Spends the entire time OUTSIDE smoking and bitching to me about how mean his parents are.

His parents show up. He introduces me as "Flannery, the Christian girl." Apparently his parents, devout Baptists, were upset that he'd been dabbling in Paganism. Me being Christian was supposed to make them like me or be happier with him or something. (I'm not even Baptist, I am Episcopalian. A lot of Southern Baptists don't like us, anyways.)

He and I left and he calmed down. Parked his car and attempted to get a blow job. I refused, he took me home.

That wasn't the end of it. He began calling me every night, showing up at my apartment. I lived with an ex who was not happy about it, he did it anyways.

I started seeing him at a friend's house. He was nagging me to add him to Myspace. He sent me email after email and every time I saw him he'd ask me why didn't I like him, what did he do wrong, etc.

He was also a pathological liar and kept trying to impress me with his music production company and songs he wrote - all of which were awful.

Finally I started dating a VERY NICE Muslim man, and he gave me a lecture about how "a Muslim man will never treat you the way I will."

Kept harassing me by email and phone. Right before I moved out of my apartment from my ex (and thankfully had a new phone number), he sent me an email with the subject, "WELL FINE" and went of on me telling me how great a guy he was and how nobody would be that nice to me and he took me to a nice restaurant and how I was a bitch.

I later heard the recording of Dmitri the Lover and I had to look him up to make sure it wasn't my date - it wasn't. But I went out with his soul brotha."