We spent our time attempting to make disjointed conversation...
At the end of the evening we just simply said good night, and I figured that was the end of it.
This was around 18 months ago, and he still messages me from time to time with a "hey," or my favourite, "I miss you." Met a guy who seemed to be decent.
He asked where I worked because I looked familiar...
He said I looked like a girl from an amateur porn video. He then asked if he could jerk off while we continued our normal conversation.
He then said, "Send me more or I'll send that picture of the boobs to everyone you know!
" "Whatever, fuck off," I said, knowing he was bullshitting.
His first question on sitting down with our drinks was whether I was up for anal.
I bypassed and watched him drink his body weight in shots before he started crying about his ex-girlfriend and then threw up down my shoulder when I was trying to walk him home.
I looked at him quizzically, and he said, "You need to change your pad before you go to bed — you could get TSS [toxic shock syndrome]." He proceeded to argue with me for a solid 10 minutes about whether or not I should change my pad.
His argument was that he was an EMT and has a sister, so he "knows all about these things." My argument was that I've had a vagina for 20 years.
Approximately six months later, I received a message from his Yahoo account that roughly said the following: "Hi! This is going to sound really odd, but X is in prison for a few months (a big misunderstanding!