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Charles and I had a nice enough first date. At dinner, he was courteous, but was also quiet and prone to staring at me. Towards the end of the date, I chalked it up to him being nervous, although I wasn't sure if I'd accept a second date request from him. He offered to walk me back to my car, and I told him that he didn't have to, as it was parked a few blocks away.
He nodded and said, "I'm parked in the other direction, anyway. I've had a good time. I hope you've had a good time, too."
"I did," I said, "And I'll talk to you soon."
We hugged goodbye, and I walked back toward my car. Charles followed right behind me, close. I didn't expect that, and I turned to ask him, "Everything okay?"
"Where are we going now?" he asked.
I said, "I'm going home."
"Can I come?"
He said, "Oh. I'd really like to go there, though." I hesitated, trying to figure out if he was having me on. He answered that thought a moment later when he continued, "It's been a while since I've had a girlfriend, so I have to, you know, make up for lost time."
I smiled and said, "We'll see how things go, but for now I think you should go to your own home, okay? I'll talk to you soon. Bye."
I continued on toward my car. He followed me. I turned around and asked, "What?"
He replied, "In case you change your mind. You might, since going home alone is no fun."
He stepped closer to me, and then closer, as if hoping for a kiss. He smiled as he tilted his head in my direction. I stepped away and said, "I said no, Charles. Please. Just go home."
He asked, "Can I have your shoes?"
He said, "I'll give you a head start. If you give me your shoes, you can have a full minute." I stared at him, and he went on, "I just don't want to be alone tonight. We don't have to have sex or anything, but why does the date have to ever end? We both just said that we were having a good time."
I thought for a moment, then said, "I'm kind of tired."
He replied, "I'm not. I can sit and talk all night."
I said, "Maybe if I had something to drink, like a soda or something."
He snapped his fingers and said, "We walked past a convenience store. Don't go anywhere. Promise?"
He ran off to the store. I made it to my car and drove away. Five minutes later, he texted me: "??? Um, hello? Forget me??? ???????????"
He called me twice and I ignored the calls. The next day, he called repeatedly, as well as the day after that. I let each call go to voicemail, and I deleted each without listening to more than a second of them. Not long after, his calls abruptly stopped. I haven't heard from him since, although I'm still wary.
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