It’s Leslie with another story from datingland. I met this guy on Match and he seemed like a catch at first. He checked off a lot of boxes for sure. He was a doctor who had been in private practice, but had decided to go back and complete another residency to advance the care he was able to provide to his patients. I was really impressed with how smart he was and we really had a great time hanging out. He wasn’t bad on the eyes either and he was really into wine. #winner

We went out to dinner several times and got to know each other better. He always picked really nice restaurants and insisted on ordering a bottle of the nicest wine with dinner, so I thought I was really onto something. After the first few dates we went out for a big night out and ended up running into his friends and my friends so we got the awkward meeting of the friends out of the way, and, bonus, he really impressed my friends too. It was on this date that he finally got the nerve up to kiss me as my Uber was pulling up.

He seems so great. So you’re wondering, where did this go wrong?

Well on one of the first few dates we went on he had told me about his collection of guns. I didn’t think much of it, and kind of figured it was just a hobby. He also told me about his habit of staying up late into the night playing video games with a friend who was recovering from a drug problem who he felt sorry for. I’m not really into video games, so you guys may know this, but said friend was 500 miles away. The Doctor was studying to treat patients with severe drug addictions and as the dates went on I found out he had multiple friends with these same issues. Red flags were beginning to pop up, but I liked him and he was cute so I wanted to see where it was going.

The night things got too weird even for me went a little something like this: He picked me up at my house for a date. This was the first time I would be riding in his car. It was a completely blacked out Mercedes (not to be judgey, but think drug dealer car) and he was laid back so far in the seat I don’t know how he could see out. He was playing terrible music and took the longest route possible to dinner, giving me time to grow more and more suspicious of who and what he was by the second.

At his suggestion, we were going to what is probably the nicest and definitely the most expensive restaurant in our town. So we pull up to this fine dining establishment in the blacked out Benz and he says “Hold on, I’ve gotta do something with the gun!” Y’all he pulled a loaded handgun out of the glove box and put it in the trunk because “It isn’t good to have a loaded gun when you’ve been drinking.” Um, pause. Please tell me this is not normal behavior.

I, of course, ignore this (or maybe my brain just couldn’t process it) and we go inside for dinner. When the waitress comes, like clockwork he ordered the most expensive bottle of red wine on the menu. I opt for the filet mignon because #freedinner at this point. We have appetizers and salads and dessert and totally gorge ourselves. It was at that point he told me about some strange diet he was doing where he didn’t eat for several days. I am just a pig I guess, I would never participate in such diets. I drank most of the bottle of wine since he was driving.

 Dinner was completely bizarre to say the least, but we managed to rack up a bill well over $400. When I told my friend where we were going for dinner she told me “if you’re going there you better be prepared to sleep with him after. That’s the kind of place you take someone to so you can get in their pants.” She is one of my not-so-exciting married friends, but girlfriend had a point. Also I had quite a bit of wine by this point. So we left dinner, gun safely in the trunk, and headed back to my house where I prepared for him to come inside. However, when we got back to my house he patted me on the leg and said he really had to get going his friends were waiting for him on the video games. He drove away and I never responded to his calls again. #byefelicia #dodgedabullet