9/06/2016

World's Strangest Weenie Roast

Story Sent in by Oscar:

I got way too attached to Julius way too soon. We were hanging out every night by the end of our first week dating - and it was fast and furious in every way you can imagine.

Then less than two weeks into it, Julius asked me if I wanted to come over for dinner with some of his friends on a Wednesday night. I couldn't make it that forthcoming Wednesday and asked him if we could do it some other time.

He said, "It has to be a Wednesday. For reasons that will become clear once you're here."

At the time I wasn't sure what made a Wednesday so special but Julius and I kept dating until a couple of weeks later when I had a free Wednesday evening. He told me to wear something formal. Was it a special dinner? I had no idea. But I showed up to his apartment, looking forward to another fun night.

When I entered there the lights were dim and there were about a dozen other people in formalwear (who I think were all men) and they were in featureless white masks.

Julius (who was behind a mask but I recognized his voice) came up to me and grasped me by the arm. I said, "Uh... should I have a mask, too?"

He said, "No. You're the main course."

He led me into the middle of the masked group and said, "The meal is here, gentlemen," and I instantly became very, very uncomfortable. The electricity in the room, if you could call it that, had gone from weird to predatory. I tugged at Julius's grip but he held me tight.

Those in the masks were silent, but they gathered really close. I had no way out. I said, "Uh, Julius, what's going on?"

Julius said something in what I guessed was Latin and those in the masks all shared a quiet laugh.

I grabbed at Julius's wrist with my free hand and twisted as hard as I could. He cried out and let go of me. I leaped backward awkwardly but I succeeded in taking the group by enough surprise (and with enough momentum) to break through toward the door and I bolted for it.

I felt them millimeters from grabbing me when I unlocked it, opened it, and ran down the hall, down the stairs, and out into the building's front yard.

By the time I stopped to catch my breath I found no one behind me. But I still hurried home. And when I made it there and stopped shaking I wrote Julius an email to ask, "What the hell was that all about?"

He never wrote back or contacted me again.

22 comments:

  1. Op should of called the police.Julius held OP in a firm grasp so she had to struggle to get away and she barely made it out the door as they chased her to it.Nothing good could of resulted if she stayed.Who know's what sinister things laid in wait for OP.They could be doing this to other women and other women could be in danger.From what,we do not know and that's what scares me.Anytime when things seem to get serious way too fast is a red flag.

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    1. Thanks,Archer.Can't believe I missed that...

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    2. "SHOULD HAVE" "Should" and "of" should never appear next to one another. You do this on EVERY comment, for crying out loud.

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  2. I guess they had to settle for Meatloaf...

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    1. I'm thinking it was a Digiorno kind of night,mabey some hot wings as well...

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  3. This totally has a Stanley Kubrick feel to it. I wonder if they were actually going to eat him or if they were just going to gang bang him?

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  4. Smiles is right. Call the cops OP immediately. I'm guessing they didn't call it a night.

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  5. Oscar, WTF? Why does no one call the cops?

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  6. Thank god you didn't call the cops, so he can do this again and again!

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  7. (but glad you got away..)

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  8. I think this is a fake story.

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    1. I agree. Anyone in their right mind would have called the police immediately, not contacted the person again. This didn't happen.

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    2. Yup. On the list of things that totally happened.

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  9. The reality is, OP is probably a stalker. By his own admission, he was waaaay too attached to this other dude, way too quickly. The other guy in question clearly concocted this whole setup in order to "scare him away for good." A stalker isn't going to listen if you just ask nicely...

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  10. I think this is simply a case of moving too quickly and not noticing warning signs. I'm sure there were a few, but from experience it can be hard to see them if you're blinded by infatuation. Good job getting away, OP.

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    1. Warning signs? Like what? They went to that movie the first night. Then there was the cook out with his friends the next night. Nothing weird there. Maybe the way he decorated his apartment? Nah, the guy seemed legit.

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    2. Warning signs?

      "I noticed a Latin phrasebook on his bookshelf... I quickly bailed out of THAT relationship, lest I receive a dinner invitation where I'm the main course!"

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    3. This is far too reasonable a comment for you. I'm disappointed.

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