A few years ago, I had met a guy through a friend of mine. The first time I met him we talked briefly and found that we had a lot in common. I had come from a military family and he was in the Marines. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and he turned out to be my friend's boyfriend's roommate. Later on, my friend told me that he really liked me and wanted to go on a date with me. So, I agreed to let her give him my number. He called me a couple of times and we got along fine. Eventually we agreed to go out. Before our date, he called me and told me that he wanted us to get to know each other better. He said that I should think of five questions to ask him and then at the end there would be a prize. That really should have been my first clue. I thought it was kind of a strange thing to say, but I thought that maybe he just had a weird sense of humor. That was mistake number two. I got to his apartment where we agreed to order pizza and watch a movie. When I got there, he wasn't even dressed. He answered the door with only an undershirt and boxers on. He then asked me if I had thought of the five questions to ask him. I said I had not, and he said he hadn't either. I relaxed a little and thought that maybe he wasn't so bad. We left to go to rent a movie. I let him pick out the movie and he chose "House of 1000 Corpses". How romantic is that? We got back to his apartment and put in the movie. It was absolutely awful. He then started to ask me about my ex-boyfriend. He wanted to know if we had ever slept together and why. Once he figured out that I was a virgin, he was suddenly very interested in what I had to say. I began to feel very uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but I didn't want to be rude. He then proceeded to talk about what he was looking for in a relationship. He said that he didn't want to get serious, but at the same time he didn't want me to take it the wrong way if he tried to kiss me. Like he even had a chance in hell of that happening! His cell phone rang, and he sat there and talked on it. He then told me that the call was from a friend from the military. He explained that he had agreed to take one of his buddy's friends to the military ball. But he then told his buddy that he couldn't because, you know, he didn't know what might happen. To top it all off, he then pulled out his government issue machete and started gushing about how cool it was. This was my cue to leave. I faked a headache and went home. He called me daily for about two weeks after that. When I never returned the calls, he finally left me alone. Never again.
— Alice, 21