Weirdest moments with the opposite sex
Some things are just inexplicable and remain scarred in memory forever.
One of my moments, during my twenty-somethings, went something like this:
I met this chick (very cute, excellent body, had her own place) through a friend and through the usual round of bullshitting got her phone number and set up a date a few days down the road. I might've talked to her once in between and prior to leaving to pick her up. So, I take her out to dinner (nothing fancy) and we ride around and bullshit a bit. Go to drop her off at her house and she invites me in. We hang out on the couch for a bit and make out, blah blah blah. After a while, it was getting late and I had to leave because I had to be up at six A.M. and I tell her I had a nice night and I'd give her a call.
All of a sudden, she's a raging fucking lunatic and starts yelling at me about why I didn't try to take her clothes off. I mean, she's really REALLY upset about this and I'm like "it's late, I have to go. I think you're pretty and everything, but I usually like to get to know people for a bit... blah blah blah". Which is the truth (we're talking late 80's here, and condoms were just coming into light as being a prevent defense against AIDS/VD's) and, besides, when was the last time a chick you just met is complaining about you not trying to nail her shit on a first date?
So, the anger then becomes lunatic fringe depression and she starts crying about this whole thing as if I just treated her like a leper. Keep in mind that everything was cool until I got to the front door. So, I consoled her for a few minutes and rapidly made my exit.
She called me a few times after that, but I got her off the phone quickly. If she's that fucking psychotic on a first date, I'm out.