Somebody Call 911

I had just moved into my new apartment in the financial district in downtown NYC and had a new roommate, V, who like me was in search of a job and of course, love. She had mentioned that she knew a really cute guy from the Bronx who she thought I would hit it off with. Lets call him Officer Krupke. My first impression of Officer Krupke was that he was the epitome of an Italian stereotype with his white wifebeater tank, gold chain and lots of gel. He was from a prominent police officer family and was in cadet school. His first line to me? “You’re hot, are you Italian? I can really only date Italian women.” From that moment on I wrote him off as a future husband, but wanted to have fun. We danced, he bought me drinks and he was somewhat charming.

I had five dollars in my pocket, which would get me halfway home, and it was too dangerous to ride the subway alone and V had taken off with his friend. He insisted on driving me home in his pimped out Honda Civic with wings. We hopped in the car and I buckled my seat belt. He started kissing me and right away he grabs my head and pushes it down to his lap as if I would do that with this chain-wearing idiot on our first date. I pulled my head back up and told him to drive me home cause I most certainly was not going anywhere near his gun. He kept trying and I kept saying no. Next thing I know he was “servicing himself” and saying how beautiful I was — ick. I know I should have gotten out of the car, but I was paralyzed and in shock. In about 37 seconds he relieved himself all over his shirt. I told him to drive me the F home. He didn’t even pull his pants up before he started the ignition.

We turned the corner to head downtown and the jackass must have been too euphoric to notice the cab in front of us. Next thing I know we rear-end the cab, airbags come popping out and a homeless man comes running over to the car and pulls me out. Officer Krupke was buckling his pants as the cops arrived. A normal cop walked over, asks if I am ok and tells me I can leave, hands me 10 bucks and I hop in another cab hoping to not remember this night ever again. Officer Krupke called me the next day to tell me he had a really great time last night.

Comments (41)
LisaDecember 6th, 2010 at 6:58 am

Gee, Officer Krupke… krup you!.

LiLoDecember 6th, 2010 at 7:17 am

@Lisa LMAO You beat me to it!

Terrible date. I know that the NYC subways get a little sketchy at night, but I would have braved it to get away from that loser.

SDecember 6th, 2010 at 8:13 am

As usual, Lisa, nice work. I actually laughed out loud or “lol’d” as the kids say.

gtruckDecember 6th, 2010 at 8:34 am

Should have taken pictures of him rubbing the nightstick. You were broke and living in an expensive part of the city. You could have blackmailed him till you found a job.

CraigDecember 6th, 2010 at 9:06 am

That story made no sense. Who was V? The protagonist kept changing tittles. How about a little proof reading next time?

adminDecember 6th, 2010 at 9:10 am

V is the roommate you should go back and reread the story.

Ms KateDecember 6th, 2010 at 9:23 am

Craig- quit ragging on the admins, V is the roommate that set her up with Officer Loser

This was the best MVWD I’ve read in a while. So terribly amazing in every way. I still cannot believe he had the balls (har har) to call her the next day.

tronnerDecember 6th, 2010 at 9:38 am

I like the irony of “…changing tittles” in a complaint about proof reading.

SDecember 6th, 2010 at 9:51 am

I read it as “changing titties,” which is even better. Or worse, depending on whose titties. Or tittles.

MargaretDecember 6th, 2010 at 10:28 am

Craig: The story made perfect sense. It must be you.

clever nameDecember 6th, 2010 at 11:02 am

Its always so nice to run into a young man that just does not understand whipping it out does not fill us with lust, and send us diving onto it like it’s a soda exploding and we have to stop it with out mouths.

Isn’t it awfully nice to have a penis
Isn’t it frightfully good to have a dong
It’s swell to have a stiffy
It’s divine to own a dick
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world’s biggest prick
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake
Your piece of pork, your wife’s best friend
Your Percy, or your cock
You can wrap it up in ribbons
You can slip it in your sock
But don’t take it out in public
Or they will stick you in the dock
And you won’t come about

Frau BlucherDecember 6th, 2010 at 11:35 am

was it at least adult size?

FaithDecember 6th, 2010 at 12:40 pm

I’m still trying to figure out why OP didn’t go out to party with enough money to get herself home…am I missing something?

annDecember 6th, 2010 at 1:10 pm

um, this was more of a sexual assault than a “bad date”

also, nice work blaming the victim, faith. you’re a super winner.

gregDecember 6th, 2010 at 1:22 pm

this guy gives all men a bad name and an absolutely unattainable standard, 37 seconds, the bastard

AmandaDecember 6th, 2010 at 1:56 pm

Holy cow. Whacking it in front of you on a first date, whaaaat? I would have jumped out of the car about 3 seconds into it, never mind 37… That is a truly bad date!

blondieDecember 6th, 2010 at 2:36 pm

It is pretty hilarious that the OP just kept sitting there! 37 seconds may be fast for the guy, but right now turn on a stopwatch, then picture the person sitting next to you jerking off. Take maybe 5 or 10 seconds to realize that sometime that crazy is happening, then maybe 7 seconds to go “Holy crap! What are you doing?!” Leaving 20 full seconds of not leaving when she should have and sitting there awkwardly. You could have a full conversation in that time.

hellcatDecember 6th, 2010 at 2:54 pm

blondie – agreed. time is certainly relative when there’s a weirdo jerking it next to you.

TVDinnerDecember 6th, 2010 at 3:54 pm

Pulled your head toward his dick and then jerked off in front of you when you refused? Do you want this guy investigating a sexual assault or rape? I’m sorry, but you have a responsibility to report his behavior to his superiors and/or the internal affairs department. He has no business being in a position of power over a woman who has just suffered a sexual assault, since he clearly doesn’t know what it is and seems willing to commit it himself.

Do the right thing and make some phone calls. He may slander you and try to degrade you further, but you owe it to other women to make this behavior known.

thatenglishchickDecember 6th, 2010 at 4:19 pm

I probably would have taken off my shoe and whacked him in the crotch when he first got ‘it’ out.

ErkableDecember 6th, 2010 at 5:34 pm

This is the funniest, sickest story I’ve seen on here.
It’s great that she stuck around for the show. He must of loved that – within ‘spitting’ distance of his fantasy! That’s a once in a lifetime opportunity!

It sounds like Officer Krupke had a great time. Why wouldn’t he call back for more?

AmyDecember 6th, 2010 at 6:03 pm

I found this very entertaining to read :D “Next thing I know he was “servicing himself” and saying how beautiful I was…” — That’s so funny, but I can imagine how awkward you felt at the moment! LOL

KatDecember 6th, 2010 at 6:31 pm

Craig, do you even know what “protagonist” means? The protagonist in this story is the narrator, who did not change ‘tittles” (or titles, even) at all. Why don’t you work on mastering your reading comprehension and vocabulary first, then you can move on to literary criticism.

As for the actual story…. WTF? Who the hell just whips it out on the first date in front of someone who is clearly not interested? I think I would be probably be just as shocked and sitting there in horror too.

LisaDecember 6th, 2010 at 8:04 pm

I’m surprised that no one asked about the ten bucks that the “normal” cop gave you.

A Good Samaritan’s act of charity? A loan? Is there some sort of special Bad Date Taxi Allowance, courtesy of the City of New York? (Hey! I want my ten dollars!)

DSDecember 6th, 2010 at 10:30 pm

Ok 2 things. If I take the OP at face value that she wasn’t interested fine. Un wanted exposure and activites an not pleasant. Some of what she describes is possibly a crime. I have a question. Can you be in a fastened seat belt and have your head pulled down to the driver’s seat ending up with your face in his crotch? Thoughts?

That said bad date. Anyone going on a date should ALWAYS have money or a way to get home that is their responsibility.

FYI as an NYC resident of 23 years. I would take NYC transit any day or night. This situation sounds much riskier.

Ella MayDecember 7th, 2010 at 12:55 am

I was a bit confused about V as well, because at first she seems to be a girl (“she” recommended this guy) and then V sounds male (“V had left with his friend.”) Unless V is a girl who took off with Officer K’s friend…but it didn’t say anything about Officer K. bringing a friend or it being a double date until that point. Not that it matters. But I think that’s what Craig might have meant. Also…pretty sure Officer Krupke was not an Italian character. Again, not that it matters. Ridiculous date, what a creep.

sportyguyDecember 7th, 2010 at 8:04 am

This guy should make a great cop – Shoot first, ask questions later!

KandyjoDecember 7th, 2010 at 10:44 am

He took.

It out.

hellcatDecember 7th, 2010 at 2:12 pm

@DS – some old cars don’t have the shoulder belt, just the lap, so this might have been a way-back-when story; alternatively, if you’re in a stopped car, there is a fair amount of give on those seatbelts, they usually pull out pretty far. Those of you who are about to make pulling out jokes, congrats on being twelve:)

TaraDecember 7th, 2010 at 3:16 pm

Totally agree with Faith and Blondie. It’s not victim blaming, it’s common sense. You have to protect yourself when you go out (all the time), meaning have a secure ride home (even if that means having enough money to get home) and not standing idly by while your date jerks off.

This story kind of wreaks of shenanigans.

buffyDecember 7th, 2010 at 3:28 pm

Dangit Lisa, you stole my line!

jessicaDecember 7th, 2010 at 10:54 pm

Ella May, I read it as V left with Officer Krups friend.

JaimeDecember 8th, 2010 at 8:39 am

LMAO at Kandyjo!!!! Was thinking the same thing! This was a really good one, I wish more bad dates were as entertaining as this one.

TrenDecember 8th, 2010 at 3:31 pm

I never understood why people live in cities they dont feel safe in.

gtruckDecember 12th, 2010 at 9:49 am

OPs should be here to answer questions. How long does it take for a submission to be published?

adminDecember 12th, 2010 at 9:52 am

@gtruck: we alert people via email when their story is published, but sometimes that can take months since we post in the order that the stories are received. It is their choice to respond in the comment field or not.

gtruckDecember 12th, 2010 at 1:25 pm

Lordy. Do you need an extra admin? I read fast. Haha. Thanks for answering.

helloJanuary 14th, 2011 at 3:38 am

This is not a funny story(although it’s told well…), it’s sexual harassment if not assault :(

JessieJanuary 30th, 2011 at 10:24 pm

What a dirty son of a b

LindseyFebruary 1st, 2011 at 12:18 pm

I’m super late, but I just want to say that I live in Brooklyn and riding the subway at night isn’t dangerous…and if you’re too scared to do it you should bring cab fare, especially if you’re going out with people you don’t know! I’m not blaming the victim here — she didn’t do anything to deserve this assault. But she also wasn’t very smart and we should all be better at protecting ourselves.

SavageNovember 23rd, 2011 at 3:01 pm

Holy Freakshow! I imagine I would have been paralyzed with disbelief for about three seconds, then I would have opened the car door and run into traffic. Damn. This wins first prize for nasty date story.

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