The Overgrown Child
Mario and I started talking on a discussion board. Since we seemed to have many interests in common, we exchanged phone numbers. We texted and spoke on the phone daily and all seemed to be fine. After a while, he asked me out on a date. I was really excited and asked him what he would like to do. Turned out he was a very picky eater (would only feed himself with junk food) and had no interest at all in any activities people normally do. Since I’m a simple girl, I agreed to meet him at the local McDonald’s. He was really good looking and was acting lovely; the “date” went fine and I thought I would give him a second chance. I drove him back home and said I would like to see him again, which he was happy to hear because he felt like we were getting along.
For the second date, he invited me to his house for a drink. His “house” was actually his parents basement. He offered me a beer; while I was sipping on mine, he drank three. I noticed a lot, and I mean A LOT, of empty bottles on the floor and asked if he’d had a party recently; he said it’s just the amount of beer he’s usually drinking in a week. Great. I later found out that he was smoking weed and getting drunk daily, had no intentions to move out from his parents house even if he had a paying job, and that he hated sex because “it was dirty.”
After I had to do the walk-of-shame in front of his parents, we went off to eat. I had to put gas in my car, so I stopped at a gas station and when I got back in my car, he accused me of flirting with the 60-something clerk (I was 24 at the time). I thought he was joking, but he wasn’t; he started crying and insulting me. I told him to leave, and to never contact me again.
He then sent me 100+ messages on Facebook, texted me non-stop for about two weeks, and left me voicemail messages that went from “you’re the woman of my life and I wanna marry you” to “I’m gonna kill myself if you don’t talk to me in the next 10 minutes” to “You f**king b**ch no one will love you more than I do.” I replied once, saying that if he ever contacted me again I would call the police.