The Surprise Wasn't in the Trunk, After All

Story Submitted by Amy:

Jack came across as a guy who was all together.  He had a good job, said that he had a good relationship with his family, and was very nice to me, at first.

There was a park that was easy walking distance from my house, and he said that he'd pick me up from there for our date.

He drove up in a new-looking Buick and I climbed in.  He leaned in to kiss me, and I gave him my cheek.  He said, "I got a surprise for you," jumped out of the car, and opened his trunk.

He was back there for a while when I heard him mumbling an expletive or two.  I called back, "Is everything all right?"

He didn't respond, but I knew that something was wrong.  I jumped out of the car, and he poked his head away from the trunk and toward me.  "Get back in the car," he said, "I'll be back inside in a sec."

I asked him if I could help him find whatever he was looking for, and he said, "No.  Get back in the car."

I did, and I waited another five minutes before jumping out of the car again. 

"What did I say?" he barked.

I said, "I'm tired of waiting.  If you forgot it, I don't care.  Let's just go on our date."

"Get back in the fucking car!" he yelled.

He continued to rummage through the trunk, throwing things onto the ground and cursing more and more.  I opened the car door and shut it, but I didn't climb in.  Instead, I took off.  He didn't see me leave, as his face was buried in the mess that I guessed was within his trunk.

Luckily, I had never given him my number (we communicated through e-mail only) and I was able to block him as soon as I made it back home.