There was one time.
I don't want to call it a date, but that's what I'm told it kind of was, even though it was horrible, so ugh.
Anyway,
While I was going to a university, I was taking courses on Saturday mornings for three hours.
This guy who I passed while walking on the street to class in the morning followed me into the building, at this point I thought he was just another student, he followed into the elevator, and started flirting a bit. He asked if I wanted to go for coffee after class (I figured he would be going to a class as well), I said sure, he seemed nice.
But then during my entire three hour course, I could see him through the window in the door. He was just sitting at a desk, sometimes reading, sometimes just staring at me. He wasn't actually a student, he just went in the building because of me and waited there for -three hours- for this, I didn't ask him to, I thought he was going to his own class - but he wasn't a student.
Just before the end of class, he disappears somewhere, and then when my class ends I go downstairs, he's there and he had gone to get his car (which was odd because the coffee shop was less than a minute walking). He said he thought it would be nicer to drive up to one of the local landmarks (a very scenic/pretty area) and asked if I minded, I said sure and got into his car, figuring that I knew Mount Royal enough and could get public transport if I had to bail on him (I know, I should never have gone into his car in the first place) it was horribly stupid, it was just the first time a guy had...ever shown 'dating' interest in me, and I was really flustered.
On the drive up, he's constantly grabbing and stroking his crotch, and trying to pet my legs and grab my hands, trying to slowly bring my hand over to his crotch, I resist that, and start to think "I'm ditching this guy".
We get up to one of the viewpoints, I sit on one of the ledges looking over the city, it's slightly snow-covered and a bit sunny, and super gorgeous. He moves to stand in front of me, facing me and tries to spread my legs and move his hands closer to...
I push him away, and start walking to the bus. He follows and tries to grab my hand, asking me to get into his car and help him 'explode' (his exact word). He was bigger than me, but I'm stronger than I look, I shoved him and don't think he fully expected it. He tumbled over a bench and was still lying on the pavement as I get onto the bus.
Asshole waited three fucking hours on a Saturday morning for the chance to treat me like a whore.
And now I'm a lot more cautious and skeptical of guys who would ask me out, for better or for worse.
