Story Sent in by Darlene:
Robert and I had been on a few dates within the course of two weeks. One night, after a nice dinner out, he invited me to his place for dessert and a movie.
When we arrived at his place, he offered me a slice of blueberry pie and put on a pot of coffee. We ate the pie while sitting in his living room, and he departed for a moment to retrieve the coffee.
He returned to me with a mug full of... coffee beans. Coffee beans in water. They hadn't even been ground. Hmm.
I asked, with a smile, "Were you planning to grind the coffee?"
He took the mug from me and said, "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. Let me–I'll be right back."
He carried the mug back into the kitchen with him, and returned a moment later in his coat.
"I'll–I'll be right back," he said.
He was leaving me alone at his place? Where was he going? Before I could even make the words out (this was so fast and unexpected), he made for his door and left. I texted him, "Everything ok?" and he replied, "be right back."
I looked through his movie collection, browsed the books on his shelf, and sat back down. I then took a photography book from his shelf and flipped through it.
After I had flipped through five such books, it was about a half-hour later. I called him and he answered. I asked, "Coming back soon? Where are you?"
He said, "Oh, Darlene! I'm so sorry. I forgot. Listen, let me raincheck this. I'm–I'm out and–"
"You're not coming back? Are you serious?"
"Darlene? Hey, yeah, I'm having trouble hearing you. Just lock up the doorknob lock, I trust you. I trust you, Darlene. Just lock up and I'll catch up with you later on."
He hung up before I could say, "No you won't." As he asked, though, I locked up. Never saw him again after that nonsense.