I am WEARING clothes!

I did a quick survey of all involved (the contributers to this blog) and discovered that my next bad date story should be about roommate's creepy friend - RCF. The thing about this story is, it never actually was a date.

Roommate met RCF in a math class I believe and started bringing him by the apartment after class or to study and such. There were six of us living in the three bedroom apartment. Five of us thought RCF was creepy. He was so creepy that I would not venture into the front of the apartment when he was there but preferred to stay back in my room (which I shared with someone else, not the roommate that brought RCF over).

What was so creepy about him? When he looked at you, you could tell he couldn't see your clothes. There was something in his eyes that you knew he was picturing you naked. And that's just creepy!

I was mad as anything when I came home one day to find roommate sitting on the other bed in my room working on the computer in there, and RCF sitting on my bed! UN-A-CCEPT-ABLE!!! And I told her so. And she thought we were all being so unfair because he wasn't creepy and was real nice. I'm sorry, but five out of six of us felt he was creepy, that's enough for dentists and toothpaste.

After an evening activity with some people in a few other apartments (and RCF for some reason) where we'd played the ever popular game "I've never" in which it game out that I'd never kissed anyone (always a good one, I'd get everyone else with that one), we all came back to our apartment and while everyone else was doing things in their rooms or whatnot, RCF backed me against the kitchen wall and offered to help take care of that kissing thing for me. ICK!!

A few weeks later he came home with my roommate and decided to ask me on a date. The conversation went something like this:

RCF: (date invitation, probably a movie)
Me: No
RCF: Why not?
Me: I don't think it would work.
RCF: How do you know it won't work if you won't give it a try.
Me: I just don't think it would work.
RCF: You aren't even going to give it a try so you can't know.

Excuse me bud, I can know. This is one of those times where I can absolutely know it won't work.

It continued like that till one of my other roommates mentioned that I was already dating someone. I wasn't actually dating the guy she was referring to, we were just friends. But it at least shut up RCF. I was still real creeped out by it though and went and got my hockey stick and kept it close by the rest of the evening.

And that was the first time I got out my hockey stick because of a guy. I'll have to share the other story at another time.

Past bad date story: The story of Comb-Over Guy