Ferris Wheel of Misfortune

Story Submitted by Cynthia:

George took me out to an amusement park on our third date. He paid for our tickets and for dinner on the boardwalk. I was grateful, and it seemed as though it would be a warm, memorable evening at the lightly populated park.

At one point, we climbed into the ferris wheel and it started to rotate. He began, "Cynthia..." and I slid closer to him. Making out in a ferris wheel? How romantic!

He said, "This is a good a time as any to tell you.  I don't think we're a good match."

Contrary to George's statement, a ferris wheel ride is in fact neither a good time nor place for such news.  Our little cabin rose up and stopped, the ride operator allowing more people on.  I said, "I'm sorry to hear that.  Could I ask why?"

He said, "No," and the cabin rose again, then stopped.  I kept an eye on George, but he was surveying the park from our vantage point.  "Nice view," he said, "I can't wait to see it from the top."

I wasn't sure what he was playing at, but all of a sudden, I felt very uncomfortable, and I wanted out of the situation.  It didn't help that I was in a ferris wheel.  It rose a bit higher, and while I was taking in the view, my mind flowing with wild thoughts and questions, he sidled up beside me and said, "But we can still take advantage of the situation."

I pushed him away gently and said, "You're not taking advantage of anything.  Back to your side."

He asked, "Why not?  We're in a ferris wheel."

I said, "You just told me that we're not a good match.  Remember?"

"So that kind of means that we can't fool around?"

I laughed.  "Yeah.  It kind of means that.  Have you ever ended things with someone before?  It means that things end."

He looked away for a moment, then tried to kiss me.  I pushed him away, less gently, and said, "If you try again, I'll scream until they let us off the ride."

He shifted away from me and said, "Wow, you're a bitch."

When our cabin made it back down after only going around once, I asked the ride operator to let me off, as I wasn't feeling well.  He did, and I stepped off.  George stayed on.  That gave me more than enough time to make it away from him and arrange for a ride from the park.  Never saw him again after that.