A Bum Deal

I met this guy through a popular online dating service. We exchanged information and corresponded back and forth. He seemed normal.
He invited me to dinner at an Italian restaurant in Brooklyn. We’d agreed to meet in the bar, but when I arrived, he was nowhere to be seen.
Then a strange man addressed me. My date was about 50 lbs heavier and ten years older than he’d represented himself to be. I didn’t comment about it, but I was put off.
Over dinner we talked about the dating website. He said, casually, “Yeah, I’m ready to have a girlfriend again. I’m tired of seeing escorts.” He wasn’t joking.
Then he bitterly criticized his ex-wife, saying that she “claimed that he’d hit her” during the divorce. I was so creeped out and uncomfortable that I hardly spoke or ate.
He also stared at my breasts the entire time (and I was wearing a modest blouse). Towards the end of the date, I was so fed up, I said, “I wore a padded bra tonight, but I had no idea it would be such a success!”
Unperturbed, he said, “Actually, I’m more of an ass man.”
Then he got testy when I declined to let him drive me home.


