Worst date ever... I go out on a "date" with this guy, supposedly just as friends. I picked him up as he didn't have a car. We decide to go to a movie. I'm not a huge fan of dumb horror movies, but he insists we see Nightmare on Elm Street. I agree, we go in and get our seats. Just as the movie starts, he says "Come with me to get a snack". I said "I'm not hungry...and the movie is just starting". He won't shut up about getting snacks and INSISTS I go with him. *sigh*
So I do. He gets a pretzel and a drink for each of us, we go back to sit down, and just as I'm getting into the movie, he takes away my pretzel and thinks he's going to make out with me! WTF?? I push him away and say "Hey, we're here to watch a movie and that's it...and don't you know not to take a fat girl's food?? GIMME THAT!".
Once again, I start getting into the movie and he pokes me. He says "I need a cigarette" ( I didn't think his attempted make-out session was THAT hot and heavy, but okay...). I said "Alright, well I'll be here".
This dumbass wants ME, a non-smoker, to go outside with him so he can smoke! He says "I need to talk to you". So I follow him out, he lights up, and just stands there smoking...and then tries to kiss me with his smoke breath! UGH!! I just can't wait for this shit to be OVER! I should have left then, I really should have. Just abandoned his ass in the parking lot. But this was before I found my ovaries.
We go back inside, he tries pinning me up against the wall inside the theater, his hands all over me, trying to kiss me... I pushed him away and said "I SAID NO!".
The movie (eventually) finishes, still with interruptions from him trying to hold my hand, and asking me to stand up so he can kiss me (WTF?).
We get out to the car and he asks "Did you like the movie?" I said "I wouldn't know, it's not like I was allowed to see much of it...". He leans over and starts trying to feel me up, saying "Oh, c'mon...don't be like that.."
It was then that I noticed a rhythmic movement coming from his crotch area... He had whipped it out and was WHACKING OFF IN MY CAR!! No sooner did I notice that, he'd finished (fucking Minute Man)...I leaned over, grabbed a stack of napkins from the glove box and threw them in his face and said "Clean yourself off, you fucking pervert!". I drove him the 5 minutes it took to get within a reasonable distance from his house. He kept asking me what was wrong, why I was upset, etc. I pulled up to the curb, unlocked the doors and said "Get the fuck out".
He texted me an hour later and I told him to lose my number or I'd call the police.
UGH. Still gives me the heebie jeebies...