Family First
I had been working with this guy for about a year, and he and I seemed to always meet in the break room and chat during our breaks. He was sweet, geeky and a little bit shy but he finally asked me out on a date. I accepted and he and I went out to dinner.
We had a great time at dinner, laughing and chatting over dinner and wine, and he kept talking about his “family” (which he had done at work as well), but I didn’t think anything about it. I just assumed he and his family were close. We went out again — on a picnic in the park this time. Beautiful weather, great conversation, lots of wine and laughter. In short, a perfect day and a fantastic time.
Finally, for our third date, he asked me to come to his apartment so that he could “cook me the meal of my dreams.” We set the date and I said I would bring the wine. I arrived at the appointed time, and he opened the door. Everything smelled wonderfully good, just as he had said, and I said I would uncork the wine to give it a chance to breathe.
As I was uncorking the wine, I heard a noise behind me. A woman with a doubled up fist was striding towards me, screaming, “You whore, get out of my house, he’s MY brother and I am going to f**k him, not you, you slut!!” I swung my purse at her just as she was attempting to hit me in the face and hauled ass out of there.
The next day, he actually had the balls to ask me why I had left and said, “Well, I did warn you I was close to my family.”
