When Nature Calls

Story Submitted by Bess:

In my senior year of college, I met Mitch, an alumnus of my school, at a college function. He and I had similar interests and he asked for my number after we had spoke for a bit. He called to ask me out a couple of days later.

We didn't even make it to dinner. We met on a street corner in the evening and were walking down the road when we ambled past a wooded area. Next thing I knew, he ran into the trees, flailing his arms, and shouting something that sounded like, "Fairy prince! Fairy prince! Come hither, come hither," followed by further unintelligible nonsense.

Silence followed, and then he shouted, "Come on!" from the woods.  I could no longer see him.

I had never seen anything like it before, and I have no idea, to this day, what he was doing. I only knew that he didn't come back, and that I was hungry.

After a minute of waiting, I said, "Uh, hello?"  With no response, I tried his phone.  It went to voicemail.  I told him that I'd meet him at the restaurant when he felt like coming back.

I went there and waited for him for a while, and when he didn't show up, I went home.


  1. Shoulda skipped the restaurant and just gone home.

  2. You may have nicely avoided ABCoTR. What other kind of nutjob runs into a wooded area and then beckons his female companion to blindly follow him?

  3. What the Mediator said... psycho dude was a waste of time.

  4. wtf is wrong with people...there have been so many stories about these situations...these situations that should never happen.

  5. At least he wasn't a flasher.

  6. Good thing you didn't follow, he might have tried to rape you. That said, the stories here never cease to amaze me.

  7. Smart girl.


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