THE BROOKLYN PSYCHO
With a date this hard to stomach, she should have just followed her gut
I was at a club in Brooklyn when he asked me to dance. Something about his smile and the way he moved seemed off, but my brother-in-law insisted he was merely drunk. After a decent time on the dance floor, I reluctantly accepted his invitation for drinks. Our next encounter was beyond telling.
We met at a bar near the Staten Island Ferry and things quickly grew uncomfortable. His demeanor was intense and he kept staring at me with a strange look in his eye. Then he suggested we watch TV and eat popcorn at my apartment. That was my cue to excuse myself from the table. I told him I had to use the restroom and planned to exit through the back door — but he followed me!
Soon after, we walked to the subway and he asked to watch TV at my apartment again. I told him no and he started stomping and yelling on the platform. At this point, the train pulled in and I tried to get on before him. I attempted to push him out of the crowded subway car as the doors closed, but it didn’t work. He kept yelling, “women in this town are cold! I just want to watch TV and eat popcorn with you.” I felt threatened and asked a man sitting nearby for help, but this psychopath tried to fight him.
As soon as the train stopped, I quickly ran out and hopped into a cab. Thankfully, he didn’t follow me. The next day, he called and asked why I was running for my life. I warned if he ever called again, I would report him to the police. That was the last time I heard from him — and the last time I ignored my instincts.
