So Flows the Crazy

Story Sent in by Cathy:

I was at a pool party at a friend's house with a big group of people, most of whom I knew. Alec was there. I had been introduced to him before, and I had seen him at similar events. I thought he was ridiculously hot and funny, and I couldn't figure out why he was single. Looking back, I suppose a big red flag was that none of my friends seemed to know much about him, either. He just knew enough people to always be invited along.

I decided to be the bold one that evening and get to know him better. I started a conversation with him, and found it surprisingly easy to swallow my nerves and keep him talking. He was a freelance programmer and blogger who wrote articles for some tech magazines.

I asked him if he wanted to go swimming, and we went into the pool together. It was pretty full of other people, but we were able to carve out a little area for ourselves. He splashed me, I splashed him back, and I lightly pushed him into the water.

He reacted violently, flailing at me and holding my head under water. I panicked and grabbed his crotch. He yelled and let me go.

I surfaced to find him pointing at me and shouting, "Murderer! Murderer! She tried to kill me!"

He jumped out of the pool and ran into the nearby outdoor bathroom. He shut the door behind himself and presumably locked it. He wouldn't come out for the rest of the party and was still in there, from what I could tell, when I left a couple of hours later. The host was a little miffed that people had to use his inside bathroom, but it all worked out for the best. Alec hasn't been invited around much anymore, and he unfriended most of us on Facebook since then.


  1. Holy sh!t. He's right to keep a low profile and never let anyone get to know him very well. He's clearly a nut job and he knows it. Buddy needs some behavioural therapy.

  2. I wouldn't want to be friends with people who tried to kill me, either.


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