Tuesday, February 27

The Roommate, pt 2

PLEASE start with Part 1!

"What...?!" I pulled away from him and let out an embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, no kiss?"

"Uh... No?!" What the hell?

"See? Now I know that you don't feel comfortable kissing me."

"What? You couldn't have just asked me?"

"Well, now I know."

What was he talking about? "So that was a test?"

"Essentially. If you had kissed me, it would have told me that you were into me. But since you didn't, it's still up in the air."

Did he just make a game out of making me uncomfortable? ... great. I went to the bathroom and checked my phone: pretty much out of batteries. I had a message from The Ex, wishing me a happy 40 month anniversary, and wished I was on a date with him instead of this ridiculous, strange person. When I returned to the table, he make a very misguided joke about putting a roofie in my drink. He then immediately laughed it off and took a sip himself as proof of his innocence. Superb...

I quickly told him that I hadn't realized how late it was and needed to get home. "Stay a little longer!" He whined.

"No, I seriously have to go."

He paid for the drinks and walked me back to the apartment. On the way, he childishly demanded a romantic kiss in the falling snow. "No, I don't think so." He leaned in anyway, and I tried to back away without slipping on the slushy sidewalk.

"No! Didn't I say no?!"

"Oh, come on! It's just a kiss!" He continued to lean in, sounding pathetic as usual, but also a little frightening: this was the first time I had pulled away that he had actually continued trying to kiss me. I spun around trying to avoid him, and he followed.

"SERIOUSLY! Stop it." I pushed him away. "Please, just take me back to your place so I can get my things."

He laughed good-naturedly at me and took me back to his place. When we arrived at the apartment, he told me that I should take my shoes off so I wouldn't track water onto the floors. "I'm just going to be putting them right back on," I protested. He hadn't asked me to take my shoes off when I came in the first time.

"Fine, keep them off. You'll just be taking them off anyway," He said, the chime in his voice sounding like a wink.

We went up to his room and I gathered my things. "Nooo! Stay a little bit!"

I pulled out my train schedule to "consult," and then informed him that I really seriously had to go right away so I wouldn't miss my train. He was adamant, and I was becoming afraid that he would switch his act from pouty to angry. I kissed him once, hoping he would shut the hell up and stop whining about me leaving. Since I really wanted him to let me leave as soon as possible and I felt more comfortable being with him in public, I asked him to walk me to the subway. "Of courseI will; I'm a gentleman after all."

As we approached the subway, he asked me when we would see each other again. "Uh, I don't know?" (How about never?)

Not wanting to deal with an angry person who wouldn't take no for an answer, I simply reminded him that he had my phone number from my earlier calls. He asked me to give him a kiss goodbye, and I gave him one on the cheek, then skipped through the turnstile to freedom.


Wanderlusting said...


Best thing to do would be to not kiss him, not be "sweet" and just tell him to fuck off. Personally, I would have stopped at the nearest police station and insisted they accompany you.

That said, I know that in these situations, you are scared (and if you aren't, you should be) and you don't want to piss him off. In fact, if I was watching this scene play out in some Woman In Jeopardy thriller, I would have problem yelled at the TV "Just pretend you are interested and shy so you can get out of there and not get him angry!"

You played it safe but not safe enough. Seriously, be careful next time and don't put yourself in these situations! But I know you get a lot of "mom" talk from everyone else, so I'll stop at that. You'll know better for next time (no more dates with weirdos!)

Glad you are OK :)

Airam said...

Holy shit.

Thank God you're ok and that he didn't turn out to be a rapist or something. And making a joke about slipping something in your drink? Is that supposed to be cute?!?!?!

Lose his fucking number ... find a different apartment for your friend.

Hopefully this guy will take a hint and not call you.

Bad at Life said...

I dunno, this sounds like a horrifically awkward situation, but if you want to avoid awkward situations just don't put yourself in scenarios that may be construed as dates. If a guy offers to pay, don't let him. A guy jokes about kissing you or being on a date, tell him point-blank that's not what's going on. Invent a boyfriend if you have to.

GrizzBabe said...

Whew! Glad everything turned out okay. I totally understand the naivety that causes one to find themselves in situations like this. I wouldn't last a day in New York.

ohmygodimmike said...

She didn't put herself in any situation, she was looking at an apartment. You seem to have a magnet for wierdos. That's serioulsy fucked up

caramaena said...

What a freak.. From what you wrote in part 1, he sounded relatively normal at first.

I guess one lesson to be learned is to never leave your stuff behind - just in case. Glad you're ok.

NeverEZme said...

I am glad you are ok! That situation was a train wreak waiting to happen.

MelO said...

Glad you're okay...

Something that I do when I want to "lose" a guy's number is put an "X" in front of their name in my cell phone. That way, I don't have to look at their name/number when I'm searching through my phone, but I still HAVE it, so that if the loser calls I know not to answer it. Before I started doing that, I would occasionally answer the phone when I didn't really want to just because their number "looks so familiar."

Just a thought! ;-)

crystall said...

Uh, this was creepy and not funny. I'm glad nothing happened to you.

I would have made him go get my stuff out of his apartment and bring it to me and not gone back in.

Actually, I wouldn't ever leave my stuff in a strangers house or let them touch me!! Ewwwwwwww.

Linds said...

I just found your blog randomly through Wonkette. Seriously, that sucks. I've had my share of weirdos in the past, but I couldn't imagine having that experinece and still having to go back to his apartment to get your stuff.

BTW, Bad at Life, I didn't read a single thing in that situation where she invited a date. He sounded normal until they got out of his apartment.

Keep the number, just change the ringtone. I find Becks "Loser" works wonders when avoiding the socially-unacceptable.

kittenpower said...

What a freakshow. I'm so glad you're alright.
That situation turned really weird on you.
Definitely keep his number so you know if he's calling...!


So let me guess? You're totally going to tell your friend to sign right on up to rent that place, right? That would totally not be awkward at all. Not even a tiny bit.

Hoosier Joe said...

Wow, you should have kicked him in the balls and said, "See, from your pained reaction, I can tell that you don't enjoy that. That tells me a lot about you."

monicker said...


Everything's a life lesson, I guess. You should put this guy on don'tdatehimgirl.com or something. What a creep.

Strange Bird said...

Well, I'm glad you're okay.

Given my tendency towards lecturing, that's all I'm going to say.

The Very Reverend Ace Clemmons, Jr. said...

you should've just punched him in the balls.

Note to self.

John said...

A couple things. If you are as pretty as it seems, lots of guys want to hook up with you. This includes any guys who ask you out for dinner or drinks. Guys don't do it out of charity in general. This guy really seems like a creep though.

For someone who seems to be smart, I'm surprised you were so interested in a BUSBOY just because he was "cute". I guess smart can still be shallow. And I doubt that busboys know many words starting with "X".

S* said...

I spent my Mommy energy in the last post, so I'll just say that I'm glad you're ok. This city is not easy and you've got to keep your wits about you.

Wanderlusting said...

And another thing about this whole "drinks aren't dates" thing.

I don't always think of going for drinks as dates, either. But a lot of men sure do. Just remember that even if you don't think it's a date, they probably do. You need to be very clear of your intentions up front...

That said, in this situation, though it was filled with things you shouldn't have done, etc (and whatever, you are safe and we all do stupid things, myself included), I don't think there was too much you could have done to get him to leave you alone.

Even if you told him NO right away or made up a boyfriend, this guy sounded like so much of a creep that it wouldn't have mattered what you did.

QueenBitch said...

I cant believe you actually kissed someone you didnt want to kiss!! You should have told him he was being desrespectful and reminded him of why you were there!!

Sean said...

wow. if nothing else you got good "you won't believe what happened to me!" stories out of it.

Strange Bird said...

I just thought of how you responded to the not-kissing-him-telling-him-a-lot-about you thing: "Yes. It tells you I am not attracted to you."

Oh! Sick burn! ;)

The Accidental Bitch said...

So, I'd rather not think about the whole story any more than I have to since it was hard to blog about in the first place.

Thank you for your comments everyone, & your happiness that I am alive and well.

The Ambiguous Blob said...

carry. a. weapon.
nuf said.

MCrass said...

Wow.. That is creepy.

Miss Devylish said...

Ok.. one word: Psycho! That guy is not on the fence anymore of stalker.. he is one.. and pathetic.. and schizo.. I'm so glad you got out of there..