Not Rosy
Years ago, I met a guy on the internet. We e-mailed and called each other for about a month before deciding to meet. He was waiting for me with roses when I arrived at the restaurant and we got along very well. He asked if there was somewhere we could go to talk because he had something important to tell me and it might make me cry. I asked if he was dying and he said he thought I would cry from happiness.
My sister and I shared a house and since I knew she would be home I suggested we go to my place. I figured this way if he got too weird I had some backup. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there when we arrived. He sat on my couch, took my hand, and began telling about the most beautiful sight he had ever seen (a sunset in some desert in Texas).
“I never thought I would see that kind of beauty again until I met you,” he said trying to pull me closer. “You’re such an amazing person; I’m not surprised that I’ve fallen in love with you”.
At that moment, I actually heard a needle skid off a record. This was our first date! I told him that my sister would be home any minute and he should go. He got upset and said that he thought I would be happy with what he had to say. I replied that he was moving a bit fast for me.
He blurted out, “I’m manic and borderline schizophrenic so sometimes I say things I shouldn’t.”
I told him had to leave because I needed time to think. His attitude immediately changed. “If you’re never going to see me again, just say so,” he snapped.
I assured him that wasn’t the case and that he had just taken me by surprise. He finally left and called me numerous times over the next week apologizing for coming on too strong.
