Submitted by Nikki:
Daniel was a nice, straight-edge guy I had met through mutual friends the summer I was 19. We had been dating for about a month when he told me that he had a “surprise-filled date” for me.
He picked me up and asked if it was okay to blindfold me, as he didn’t want me to guess the location of the date. I knew him well enough to trust him, so I said sure.
We ended up at his place, where he had set up a picnic table in the backyard, complete with my favorite flowers, my favorite dinner, and a 96-count box of Crayola crayons, which had been my favorite toy as a kid. He said that he had read my LiveJournal in its entirety so that he could learn more about me. I was a little creeped out by that, as I had been keeping that journal for over two years and there were close to 1000 entries in it, but I shrugged it off as him being over-eager.
He brought me inside and led me to his room. From floor to ceiling, on three walls, he had plastered computer print-outs of anime girls in suggestive positions. I’m all for letting people express their kinks, but I found it incredibly disturbing to see Missy from Pokemon with her hand down her pants, leering at me, while Sailor Moon got fingered by one of the other Sailor Scouts. I quickly suggested we go downstairs to the living room and watch a movie or something.
We started fooling around when he pulled out a pair of soft kitty ears, like you would wear for a Halloween costume. “Would you wear these while you went down on me?” he asked. Okay, weird, but hey, catgirls were all the rage at Hot Topic, so maybe this was just some harmless thing, right? Then he asked me to purr while I did it. Then he told me he was falling in love with me. I told him that the purring was a little too much for me, so he asked that I just finish him up, then he’d take me home.
The whole way home, he talked about the “storylines” he created for his backyard wrestling league. I found it all to be a bit dorkier than I could stand, so I broke up with him a few days later, saying that he was really sweet, but that I just didn’t see the relationship going anywhere.
He told our mutual friends that I was a “dirty whore” who “ruined [his] ideals of romantic love, so what was the point of being straight-edge anymore?” He then started drinking heavily and smoking weed. I hear he’s now an amateur wrestler in a WWE-style league whose signature move is to hit people with a “Slippery When Wet” sign when they’re not looking. My taste in men has, thankfully, significantly improved since then.
Submitted by Nikki: