Let's hear about the nuttiest person you ever dated..

Please no SCARY stories.... let's hear about the genuine whackos.

I dated a girl who faked a pregnancy, which was particularly surprising to me considering I never slept with her. After we broke up, I found out she had faked three other pregnancies.

wub! wub! wub! wub! wub!

I'll say no more.

:evilgrin:

said she was pregnant and needed money for an abortion. My brother was really concerned and wanted to go to the appointment with her so she wouldn't be alone. Guess what?

Wackiest for me is this guy I went out with ONCE but who kept calling and calling and calling. I mean he'd call like 10 times a day. I finally told him I was going to call the police if he called again. That stopped it.

REALLY older men. She desperately wanted to have sex with Pete Townsend, as is. Keep in mind she was 17 at the time.

She should have gone for it!

I didn't know she became a phone sex worker!
Anyway, I pop in from time to time when I get bored.
She's still very unstable. I feel sorry for her.

His father died while we were dating. It was a week before Halloween. My boyfriend always had awesome, well-attended Halloween parties.

He went to his father's grave, took all of the flower arrangements OFF OF HIS FATHER'S GRAVE and took them to the house where we always had the party. Boyfriend fixed a wooden casket for himself, placed his father's floral arrangments around the casket, and then, on halloween night, made a fake bullethole in his head and got into the casket.

He pretended to be a SUICIDE VICTIM. He wanted me to be his widow, but I told him that it was just a little too fucking sick for me, and I'm a good sport, usually.

We broke up not long after that. He was a freak.

a little too much for me to handle.

(No, no, don't say it! This was BEFORE I was married!)

I think there were like three guys paying for her apartment.

She told me I was "sweet."

because his brother had broken up with his girlfriend. We even had to cut the date short because he was so upset about it.

This was a 19 year old guy, btw.

started trying to strike up friendships with his family a year after we got married....does that count?

And treats me like I am the "other woman."

Bizarre.

...we got married and had a son,......and then we had another son.....and then we moved to Texas and then back to Illinois and now we've been married for over 20 years.

Seven months after I kicked him out of my house and about a year and a half after it had been over he began stalking me online. He knew I was politically motivated and spent a lot of time here and he would not let go. He registered, pretending to be someone else. Under the whole fake persona, he hung out in the lounge and racked up a high post count and hacked into my PMs. He made ‘friends’ with the people that he saw I did. In addition, he made friends with me. He became my online ‘friend’, with whom I shared a lot of personal things. He tried to convince me to ‘hook up’ with him. He became insanely jealous when I started to become close with another member. He tried to sabotage that relationship. He successfully sabotaged a few of my online friendships. Again, all with a complete and fake persona.

On a positive note, he MET someone here and I think that they are living happily ever after. Regardless, after almost 2 years, I think he’s finally stopped stalking me. When I found out his real identity, he was banned for his actions. I saw the ‘real’ him and I was able to cut the cancer out of my life entirely. And, the relationship that he tried so very hard to sabotage is going strong... sadly, some friendships are forever lost.

My dad cheated on her with another woman from where they both work. (this was like 9 years ago) Well, about 4 years after the fact, the woman keyed her own car and tried to blame it on my mom. But, luckily there are cameras in the parking lots, so they saw her doing it herself.

So far, normal relatioships for me.

All my nuttiest person stories are scary.

I think I know her...

RL

It was some kind of kinky thing I guess. Up until that point, she was exciting and interesting, always a little strange, but exciting and interesting nonetheless.

Of course, I didn't honor her request. I just sort of tiptoed carefully out of her life. I have no idea what became of her.

be a racist coke head, so I said this wasn't going to work.

He proceeded to stalk me so much it was scary and it culminated in him catching himself on fire on my front lawn and I called 911. He recovered, but a judge put a restraining order on him.

Ow.

In no particular order,

there's the woman who broke up with me because she was starting to like me too much...wanted to go out steady but only if she didn't like the guy TOO much.

Then, there was the one who, on our first date, told me that she had slept with her last boyfriend, felt guilty about it, and broke up with him. She only went out with me because she knew she would NEVER want to sleep with me.

Then there was the one I "met" through a local paper's personal ad. Talked to her on the phone several times, and she asked me to meet her at her job in the mall. I show up, she sees me and goes in the back of the store. Won't come out. Another employee tells me that my "date's" really shy, maybe I should leave. Date calls me that night, apologizes like crazy, says come on out tomorrow night. SAME THING. This went on as a game of phone tag for a while and she NEVER actually spoke to me face-to-face.

And more. Was set up on a blind date through a friend, went to the woman's house and she was really pleasant. Drove to a restarant with her clutching the dashboard like a vise. Turns out she had a phobia about riding in cars, anything over about 30 - 40 mph terrified her. It gets better. At the restaurant, she wants me to know right up front that she only agreed to go out with me because our mutual friend's description convinced my date that I would be a good father for her 10-yr-old son, and that I seemed to be good husband material. We hadn't even ORDERED our food yet and I'm getting eyeballed to see how a tux would look on me.

OK, now the GOOD ones.

Went out fairly steady with a woman who, at dinner one night, told me she was getting married and wanted me to be in her wedding because her fiance didn't have any brothers to have as groomsmen. I had dated this woman for about two years and neither I nor her fiance knew about each other. Somehow she had kept us separate all this time and never screwed it up even once. She was really pissed that I turned down the chance to be a groomsman in her wedding.

Went out just one time with a woman from my office who, during the evening, told me about all the guys in our company that she had slept with. It was a LOT. And I knew every one of them. So, I decided not to be part of her resume.

Ever have a gun pulled on you by your date? I went out with a cop once who, back at my place, after a little drink or two, started waving her gun around and telling me I better behave myself or else.

I did.

He borrowed some cash from me one night and wrote me a check. Know what he used the cash for? Our "date". Know what the date WAS? He took me to a COKE deal...

I cashed the check and got it back with a notice saying it was NSF. He called me that day to ask me out again... I told him sure, but that I really needed the cash for the bad check he'd written me so I could buy BIRTH CONTROL PILLS. He came up with the cash straight away because he REALLY was pressuring me for sex.

He handed me the cash and I literally walked out the door and never looked back.

Last I heard, he got shot by some woman a few years later. I always wondered if he'd written HER a bad check too.


Laura

I went on a blind date once with someone (like a double date thing with a friend of mine with a friend of her boyfriend's) and there was no chemistry and he called me once a week for 6 months after to pursue me despite me telling him in assorted polite (and eventually not-so-polite) ways that I wasn't interested. :scared:

Well it manifested itself a few months into the relationship...she'd get all angry at people on the street calling her names when nobody was saying anything to her...She would come and go, later I found out her parents had to keep institutionalizing her...Man, I hate thinking about this!...The last straw was when we were driving to Portland from Eugene...I had to relieve myself so we stopped at a rest stop, I went in, came back out to see her backing out of the parking spot...I watched in disbelief as she drove onto the on-ramp, stopped, reached over,opened the passenger door, and pushed my backpack out of her car onto the ground, and on her merry way she went!

I was stuck at a rest stop 90 miles from home with eight dollars on me. Luckily a nice older couple took pity on me and gave me a ride to Salem, where I caught a Greyhound back to Portland...

It actually took me a couple hours to get really angry about it, but I'm glad it happened because she killed any feelings I still had for her.

I saw her again about 15 years later, she was married and living two blocks away from me in Portland! I was walking alng the street, recognized her same car, looked at the house it was in front, and there was a very heavy set woman weeding in the yard...she looked at me and said Hi Barry like we had just seen each other the day before. She was married, with two kids, owned a bunch of rental houses, and was a lawyer...That was the last time I saw her because I made a note to myself not to walk down her block again...And I am REALLY glad things did not work out!

cards with her phone number--we laughed our *** off and she didn't get it

Both of these fellows I dated in college. One guy was a foreign exchange student from Bangladesh. He was a nice enough guy and a really great lover, but I never had intentions of going with him to his homeland and starting a family. Either by law or custom (I'm not sure which one) he was allowed four wives. He called me before marrying each one and asked if I'd replace her.

This other guy I thought was just super sweet and oh so sensitive to my needs. I had just finished up finals on a hellish semester (I had gotten really ill the semester before and had to double-up credits in order to keep my scholarship). He said he could tell I was completely wiped out and offered me a full body massage. The massage was heaven and completely non-sexual. I felt myself dozing off and he told me to go ahead and sleep and he'd let himself out. A few days later I couldn't find a pair of my favorite pumps. Yeah, you know where this is going. LOL!! The fellow had a severe shoe/foot fetish.