I went out with a man named David a few years ago. He was just odd. It was hard to put my finger on it, but I would catch him staring at me with a sick smile on his face, trying to take my picture with his cell phone in a way that I wouldn't know (sorry, but it was obvious), and taking notes in a little notebook. When I asked about the notes, he told me they were private. I took my gut feelings serious and got out of there. I still don't know if there was anything wrong with him, but there were enough red flags to really concern me.
— Debbie, 33