The creepiest man you've ever dated...

[lottielou7]

Following from my thread, just to make me feel better that it's not only me who attracts these kind of people.

I seem to have had a run of them lately. Before the last one there was a university lecturer. I thought how nice he seemed until he sent me a picture of his wife's grave. I had no idea to respond to it!

The one who insisted I see Pink Flamingos with him to understand him. I saw, I understood, I left.

He was a witty, charming, brilliant classical musician otherwise.

Northumberlandlass - that just made me spit out my tea!! OMG!!!

Seoulsurvivor oh my god! I know some people tell their Mum everything but.. Wow.

Does anyone remember an old thread, where some poor woman's boyfriend had a poo on the floor in Poundstretcher?

Violet . . .WTF??

Why did he do that?

The one who emailed my friends for character references..... We'd been dating for a year and known each other 8 years!

I was in the shower with a new boyfriend im a randy mare I went down to give him a BlowJob. He stopped me suddenly to hop out of the shower, sit on the toilet bollock naked, and produce the loudest, smelliest shit I'd ever heard and smelled. I just stood there soaking wet, stark naked in pure horror.
He wiped his arse, then got back in the shower and said "Now, where were we..." (vomit face, not envy!)

I had to bin him- couldn't have looked at him the same again.

Just realised I've posted three times mentioning crap. I'm not a poo troll, honest although I am laughing like a loan now at the term 'poo troll'

The guy with incredibly long finger nails I stupidly slept with and saw for about 3 months. He liked having long fingernails as he enjoyed fishing and said it made it easier to get hold of a fish (sounds like Golum). He told his Mum after we shagged for the first time. Fast forward about ten years. I was just separated from my first hubby. This bloke worked in a council department that enabled him to see folks addresses so knew I had moved in with a friend. He started contacting me again. As newly single I was happy to be circulating with pals again but he became sinister and clearly had other intentions despite my line in sand. Used to go quiet and huffy if I went on a date. Would phone me at work despite being told not to. He'd obviously been stalking me for years. When I announced my engagement to DH you could hear the grimace through clenched teeth when he congratulated me. Kept trying to get me to take a fish he'd caught. Glad I no longer live in area so hopefully he has no idea where I live. Worryingly it's near a good salmon river though

"Now, where we". Classic!

The bloke who became obsessed with me, cos I had 'all these men' round at mine, so obv.into group sex (and he wasn't getting any)?when he phoned?

Crossed him off my list pronto. He obviously didn't listen to talks on radio4 like wot I did.

Actually, that one turned bad and I had to get the police involved. After a threat from them of a night in the cells if he didn't leave me alone he went quiet.

Bet he's still talking about the slag who had orgies and wouldn't put out for him,though.

Ok after reading about the trout in a bag I'm beginning to wonder if it's the same guy

Not me, but my SIL's aunt was a model/actress/whatever back in the 60s and went on a few dates with a well known DJ. She soon dumped him as he was very strange and had an almost sexually obsessive way of talking about his mum.

No prizes for guessing who he was!

volup . . .I was thinking the same thing!! hahaha!

mine had big ginger hair and was very tall. - I don't remember his finger nails being long though!

A guy I pulled in a club came to pick me up in his car for a date and decided to try and impress me by speeding.

At the restaurant, he scoffed at me for ordering sparkling water instead of alcohol and when I ordered fried chicken (it was a classy restaurant ) he said, 'but aren't you on a diet? I was size 10.

I recently found out that he died in a car crash (speeding) a few months later

Remembered another one - guy I'd been on 3 or 4 dates with seemed ok, until I agreed to go to his house - it absolutely reeked of bleach, was really chintzy and didn't look like it had been decorated since the 1960s - he'd failed to mention that he lived with his elderly parents, who were away for the night. Then he got a call from his office who said he had to go in, because the systems had gone down (he had some techy job) He went ballistic, shouting and swearing down the phone at the poor guy. I was relieved by this point as I really didn't want to stay a minute longer. He dropped me off at the train station of the way to work. His parting line? "I like a variety of different cunts. You can be my Monday girl." I told him as tempting as that sounded, we were clearly looking for different things and we should go our separate ways. He didn't take it well and continued to send me late night messages for months after that, asking me to come round and sit on his cock. Every morning, without fail, he would message to apologise, claiming that supposedly the messages were intended for another woman with the same unusual name as mine. I'm so glad I met my lovely DH...

ohdearohdearme . . .how goodness! that one has to take the biscuit!

'I like a variety of different c**ts'????

jeeeeez!

Makes me nervous to start dating again!!

As a teenager I lived bloody dangerously. At 16 I went home (OK 15..) from the pub with a French guy id just met. He insisted on massaging me with tiger balm in his squalid room that he shared with a litter of kittens that had never heard of a litter tray. The floor boards were sodden.
He dropped me back to the sleepover I should have been on the following morning and I thought no more about it. His mother was coming over from France to see him for the weekend and anyway I had no intention of dipping my toe into that rancid pool again. He phoned me at lunchtime and I ignored the call on my mobile (powered by double a batteries and weighing a tonne). He left a message saying he'd sent him mother home and was now free to see me. I ignored it. And the 900 times he called. He used all my credit repeatedly because I had to keep accessing my answer phone and deleting the messages. There were hundreds and were mainly abuse and death metal. My parents wondered why my phone was constantly charging and I was going through so much credit.
He used to turn up at the bus stop outside school to hurl abuse at me. That was nice. Eventually I had to get someone to threaten him a bit to back off. I couldn't tell my parents as I hadn't been where I should have been so I was very very frightened for a while.

Mine was dark haired but very tall and very skinny.

I do vicariously enjoy these threads - also remember the boyfriend who who pooed in poundstretchers (I think), very funny. People are strange!

I briefly dated a man who I initially thought was kind of quirky and cool but who in fact turned out to be a needy, suffocating pain in the arse. If we were out on a date and I took longer than expected in the loo he would ring or text me to find out why. And there was no ignoring him because he would do this until you answered. He would also ring numerous times a day starting at eight in the morning. When I ended it (after a couple of weeks) he started stalking me online. Thankfully he backed off when I threatened him with the police.

I also went on a blind date with a man who, on meeting, I didn't find attractive but seemed like a nice bloke so we chatted and decided to go on to a bar.

On the way there he stopped dramatically in the middle of the street and demanded to know if I fancied him or not. Put on the spot I blurted out er.. not really. And that was that. Or so I thought.

Over the next couple of weeks I was bombarded with a series of demented sounding texts in the small hours demanding to meet up with me (I MUST SEE YOU NOW!! That type of thing). Initially it just seemed a bit barmy but the messages increased in frequency and intensity to the point I got quite scared and again I had to threaten the police to get rid of him.

Lol, these are brilliant!

There was the one who messaged me on OLD and I answered because nothing ventured nothing gained. After chatting for a couple of minutes and him making a couple of creepy suggestive remarks I told him that I didn't think I was interested but wished him well... What followed was the most bizarre drawn out "it's not you its me" conversation with him getting more and more aggressive because, what did I mean he wasn't my type, he was a nice man, was I not looking for a nice man? So what was my problem, why wouldn't I date him?

Or the one I exchanged a few emails with (OLD again) and agreed to talk to on the phone. There was no chemistry and he was dull as anything so I emailed him to say that he seemed nice but no chemistry so I didn't want to meet. He then spent a week messaging me about how he would never find anyone else like me and he had to be with me because I was the only one for him and no one else would get him like me.

Then there was the one (oh look OLD) who I went on a date with to my favourite pub, he started by insulting said pub, followed by mocking me for having a soft drink (I was driving) and then stood in silence for the duration of that drink leaving me to fill the void, I did try shutting up in the hope that doing so would illicit some form of communication from him but all he did was say "what? What's wrong?" At the end of the drink he said "right, you only promised to have one drink with me so what do you want to do now?" I made a lame excuse about going home because I had to work. He then followed me to my car and stood behind it and wouldn't move... It was very awkward and I ended up shaking his hand and saying "nice to meet you" in an effort to dismiss him.
I thought that was the end but he then texted me when I got home to ask me how I thought it went. I told him there was no chemistry but wished him well, he then went on to tell me that it was my fault as he would have snogged me if I hadn't been so weird and shaken his hand. I informed him that had he done that I would have broken his jaw so it was probably for the best.
That didn't stop him texting me to ask me out a month later. Err no, or when I showed a friend his profile while telling her the story texting me again to say "I see you've been looking at my profile, you're still interested then?" Or texting me a month after that when I just pretended that I had no idea who he was until he got the picture.

Then there was "the devourer" nice enough bloke but dull as dish water. Decided to kiss me on our second date and by kiss I mean open his mouth as wide as possible and place it over my face as I recoiled. I informed him by text that this was not good as I just couldn't bare for it to happen again and he informed me that he'd had several relationships and none of them had suggested he wasn't a good kisser. I reluctantly agreed that we could work on the kissing and went on another date but at the end of it he tried to eat my face again and that was the end of that.

Oh and then there was the guy I dated for about a year. I suggested that we take a break so he pulled a knife on me and was surprise when I said it was over For years after he used to contact mutual friends and tell them how he still loved me and didn't understand why I didn't want him but would then in the same breath tell them I was an evil gold digging cow (he was always broke and scrounging off of me), whenever he saw me he would ask me for a hug and get aggressive when I said no and asked him to leave me alone.
It eventually stopped about 3 years later when he met someone who was a friend of mine and cornered her trying to get her to tell him what I'd been up to and if I was seeing anyone etc. giving her the, but I love Runner routine, unfortunately he made the mistake of asking her if I ever spoke about him. Her response (love her) was "not really, she just mentioned that you were a bit of a psychopathic shit..." Apparently he went mad about how much of a cow I was and then never mentioned me or bothered me again

I'm sure there's more OLD is a minefield but luckily I met my wonderful DP IRL and shall be holding onto him for dear life!

Not a guy I was dating, but a childhood friend of my housemate years ago, who randomly turned up in our city and ended up outstaying his welcome understatement. He took a shine to me and often used to stand over me as I tried to watch TV, rubbing his thighs and asking "what does it feel like to be a woman?"

He used to meditate under a grubby blue blanket and was always moving our furniture around in bizarre arrangements, claiming he was trying to earn his keep.

Then we kept finding random spoons around the house with margarine on them. Turns out he'd been using the margarine as a lubricant to masturbate with!

At this point my other housemate threw him out, only to find him sleeping in our front garden the next morning! My friend ended up ringing his mother, who was friends with the mother of this man, as they'd grown up together. Turned out he'd escaped from a psychiatric ward and had been reported missing! I feel kind of sorry for the guy, but I have never been able to eat margarine again.

There was one who I met on-line who I hit it off with. Looked okay in pics & was tall, dark & handsome.

Only when I met him, he had no hair, was shorter than me & looked nothing like his profile pic.

Why lie?

Having just read Runner's account of the Devourer, I've remembered the OLD with the man with a goldfish kiss. He put his lips on mine and proceeded to open and close his mouth, no tongues, nothing but this weird fish mouth action. Shame because he was gorgeous looking, he just couldn't kiss.

Quity

Met a bloke on OD who made "jokes" about murdering me, stalking me etc. "Good thing you chose a public place to meet, I could be any kind of nutter really, ha ha. That said, I could easily hide a weapon and get you to come somewhere quieter with me haha... Oh you're freaking out now, what you think I'm going to murder you? I'm just joking. I'll just find you again if you decide not to see me again though.. I like you. Haha". He didn't find me again. Or if he did he kept quiet about it!