Love Overload

My Very Worst Date happened as follows:

I met C on MySpace. We arranged a date – a movie followed by game night at my best friend’s house.

The movie went well. Hand-holding, kissing, and flirting all took place.

We arrived at my friend’s house and there were about five other people there. We proceeded to play games, laugh and joke about being fat. At which point, C made a declaration with a very serious face. “I used to be fat. Really fat. I’ve actually lost like 250 pounds.”

Friend: Wow! That’s amazing!

C: Yeah. There’s no diet like leukemia.

An uneasy silence followed.

Gradually, the mood shifted and we were back to lighter subjects, and soon we were soon joking and laughing again. He then very suddenly started talking about how he came out of the closet to his parents, how his father proceeded to brutally beat him and how he had no contact with his family any longer. He continued this with stories of his injuries from the beating.

Awkwardness ensued once again.

We both live an hour away from my friend’s house so she suggested we stay the night. Warily, I accepted.

During course of the night, he cried, told me he loved me (this was our first date), noted that no guy has ever treated him this well, how beautiful I was in the moonlight, and continued to grope me and beg me to have anal sex with him. I declined and slept in the other room.

The next morning, I recruited my friend to come with me to drop him off since I was afraid of more alone time. The entire drive he talked about his upcoming surgery, his brain abscess that could kill him due to his wisdom teeth, how much he loved me, and how my friend is now his new best friend too.

We left out a huge a sigh of relief when he finally got out of the car.