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 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.
He wasn't supposed to stay the night, but he lived 45 minutes away, it had snowed earlier, and I lived in a very rural area with a lot of hills and curves.
So he decided he was going to stay that night instead of driving home.
I blocked his number and set all my Facebook settings to private, and I've not been on POF or anything similar since.
This guy sent me this message on Tinder: "pizza and anal?
Needless to say, he went home the next morning, and I've neither talked to or seen him since. Things were going really well, and he eventually almost moved in with me and my family.
Then I caught him looking down my 12-year-old daughter's shirt. Recently found out he is awaiting a hearing for a sexual attack on a child under 12.
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.
Apparently he had issues with disapproval and couldn't finish without me telling him the simple letters "OK." I never responded.