What Would Jesus Do?
I was introduced to a friend’s brother at a party and we hit it off pretty well. We each had a glass of wine and talked for hours. As a swimsuit model, I had been featured in several magazine layouts which I never disclose when I start dating someone — I just say I am a model. Anyway, he asked if he could call me the next day so we could go to dinner and a movie and I agreed. The next day he sent me flowers (he got my address from my friend) and called as he said he would. I was impressed with his consideration, we agreed to go to dinner the following night and he asked if he could pick me up at 8. At the restaurant he ordered wine and asked if he could order my meal for me, as he said he knew what I would like. I said okay, and we went back to having a lovely conversation.
During the meal he asked if he could ask me a “personal” question and when I said yes, he asked if I was a good Christian, which somewhat surprised as he didn’t strike me as religious. I replied that I was a Catholic, but didn’t go to church very often. He then proceeded to reach into his jacket pocket and pull out a layout that I had done in a bikini bottom and no top, arms across my breasts. He stood up holding the picture and yelled, “Look everyone I’m with a slut! Who wants a piece of her after me?” I was mortified, not about the picture, but his yelling. I stood up slapped him and walked out, but he followed me through the restaurant still yelling, “Wanna see her tits? I’m sure she’ll show them to you.” I was so mad and embarrassed, but then another gentleman stood up between us, put an arm out to stop my date from following me and allowed me to go.
As I stood outside waiting for a taxi he came out still calling me a slut and a whore. By now a crowd was gathering from both inside and outside the restaurant, with several people trying to push him away from me while he kept waiving the picture and yelling. I got a cab and cried all the way back to my apartment. After being home for about 10 minutes I could hear him outside still ranting, I called the police and while waiting for them to arrive I called my “friend” and told her what happened and let her hear her brother yelling. The police came, quieted him down and made him leave with no arrest. The following day I received a large bouquet of roses delivered with a card from him saying he was sorry and asking if he could he see me again. Apparently after showing my layout to his friends they told him he was an idiot and was lucky to be going out with a bathing suit model.
He said he reconsidered and if that’s what made me happy he could live with that. I didn’t reply and his sister called to tell me that he called her, not knowing she knew what happened and told her that the date went “very well” and he thought there was chemistry between us. She told him that she spoke to me and I didn’t feel the same chemistry and that he shouldn’t call me again. I never did hear from him again and unfortunately his sister and I don’t talk anymore either, I think she’s a bit embarrassed and I don’t want to risk seeing him with her.
