He held my hand all the way back to the car and opened the door for me. What a gentleman. As he started to drive back to my place - the west side - I started to tell him which way to go. He didn't like that suggestion and gave me a weird look so I decided to just let him drive the way that he wanted to drive me home. It appeared obvious that he was taking the longest way possible. Remember, I was playing sick, so he started to talk about how he felt bad that I didn't feel well and that he wanted to take care of me tonight. I looked over at him and told him that when I don't feel well I prefer to be alone. He said that was ridiculous because when a person doesn't feel well they should have the person they care about the most with them. He said that rubbing my temples and rubbing my back will make me feel better - weird. Again, I reiterated that I did not feel well and I preferred to be alone that night. Apparently he didn't like that answer...
He started yelling at me again about how "I am putting up walls and that we have a great connection and I should appreciate him more."
I was stunned at how he so suddenly started yelling (again) that I just calmly said, "I'm sorry Dave it's not that its just that I don't want you to see me this way."
"We'll that's ridiculous Lindsey, I should be there for you. I am coming up to take care of you tonight."
"No Dave you're not I'm sorry I just need to be alone." There's no way I was letting him near the door.
Well me saying that of course tipped him off again and he started raging on again about how I don't appreciate people, I am rude when someone wants to be a romantic at a restaurant. Great he brings that up again.
"I just wanted to feed myself sushi, it wasn't that I didn't appreciate what you were trying to do."
He goes "well you let me feed you at The Dane!"
"No Dave, I tried a bite of your apples."
He starts up again yelling at me as we finally get on the belt line at Fish Hatchery. All I wanted to do was tell him to drop me off at the Great Dane Fish Hatch so I could walk to my friends house but it scared me to involve her in this part of the night.
Then he says: "what would Jesus say!?" Um excuse me - seriously?!?!
"How does Jesus have any relevance to this conversation?!" I asked incredulously.
"He will judge you for your actions - he will!" Ha, ok well he will judge me well that I'm not freaking out more right now and am staying calm.
I should preface that this entire time we've been in the car he is driving very erratically. The first minute he goes super fast - way over the speed limit and the next minute he is going super slow and way under the speed limit. As we are going down the belt line, he is doing the same thing and when a couple people pass him or honk at him he's screaming at them and giving them the finger. I was so scared.
He starts yelling at me again and for a while I just drown him out and just don't even answer. He yells and then looks at me for an answer and when I don't respond, he starts back up again. While he is doing this and yelling at me for my 'wrong doing' I realize that what he is mad at me for is exactly what he has and is doing.
He says "I know that after tonight this is probably done between you and me, but you are the one who ruined it all - you should know that!" I just say "yes, we will just go our separate ways after tonight."
"You act like you're all perfect and that you are the greatest thing. This is ridiculous, Dave is a great catch, Dave does well for himself and treats a woman right. Tell me one thing that is wrong with Dave!"
Haha okay.
"First off, I never said I was perfect. And you talk in third person..."
"So!"
"And you name drop all the time."
"Yea I know half the city and you should be aware of that!"
I say "well they aren't attractive qualities."
He throws up his hands and says "why are you being so mean and saying these rude thing about me!"
"Because you just asked me to!" Seriously dude!
He goes "you probably think I'm an arrogant asshole now!"
"I never said you were an asshole." But I would say he's arrogant!
At this point he finally has made it to my street. I tell him to turn right but he goes to turn left. I correct him and he goes to get in the right lane to turn but there's a car there. They honk at him as we all slam on the brakes and he yells and gives them the finger. They look at me and I just give them a look that I hope says 'I'm sorry' and that 'this guy is crazy.' He yells at me for giving him the wrong direction.
As we are going along my neighborhood street he is seriously going 5 mph. I am still playing sick so I ask "why are you going to slow?"
He screams at me "because I want to get the most out of this conversation that I possibly can!"
"We'll I'm not feeling well and just want to lay down."
He speeds up to be going about 60 down our neighborhood street and runs a stop sign. There are a lot of cars parked on the street and with my luck as of now I could just see him hitting one. As we come around the turn, he starts slowing down like he was looking for my building. I point down and say "I'm just past the round about."
He screams again "I know where you live. Don't worry about that!"
Ok now that's scary.
He finally pulls up to the curb and as I worked at un-clipping my seatbelt which was stuck I told him that we would of course go our separate ways. He yells how I am so rude and that I'm going to regret this and that I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
As I'm finally getting out of his damn car, I say "thank you for putting words into my mouth."
As I am shutting the door he screams "it's your own fucking fault!!" He screeches out from the curb (if there was snow I would have gotten sprayed with it and that a whole other story).
As I finally get into my building I just start balling because at this point I had been screamed at and driven around by a crazy man for a half hour. I called my best friend and told her the whole thing. She was not happy with me for not letting her come and get me when she wanted to. I learned my lesson the hard way...
She suggests that I call a police friend to ask him what I should do as I am really scared at this point. I have no idea what Dave could do or is capable of.
As I'm talking to my friend and tell him a summary of this long story, I also say "oh and in the 5 minutes that we've been talking, Dave has called me twice."
My police officer friend says "ok so here's what you do. Hang up with me and the next time he calls answer it. You tell him straight out that you never want him to call you again. This way you've put that line out there and if he crosses it you can call the police again."
I didn't want to ever speak to Dave again but this made sense so the third time he calls I answer it and in a sickeningly soft tone Dave says: "hi, how are you doing? I really didn't like the way we left things." This is so creepy, like a switch had been turned again!
I say "Dave you really scared me. I have never been talked to or treated like that before and I was scared."
He goes "I'm sure you can understand where I'm coming from." Um, no!
"Well we can agree to disagree and go our separate ways from here. I will be friendly to you in public but please don't ever call me again."
He chuckles and says "you can guarantee that I will never call YOU again!"
I hang up and get ready for bed shaking - incredulous that this has just happened to me.
The next day I did what my police officer suggested - took my name off my mailbox, shut all my blinds and made sure to park inside for a week. Thankfully I have never heard from him again and I don't even plan on acknowledging him if I see him in public because I will honestly always be scared of this man. I can't believe this has happened and I learned some lessons the hard way. I'm just thankful that I'm ok and have some good people in my life who know what's right for me and are there to support me even when I am not making smart decisions...
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