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!
