Back in my days of confused and misguided attempts at various community college majors, I was casually dating this guy for a few weeks.
The last night I ever saw him was also the first night we ever attempted to have actual intercourse. I told him that I was busy and couldn't go out with him that night, but he showed up outside of my classroom anyway.
I was a naive and timid 19 year old, and he talked me into ditching my homework for the night to get into his car and go to the field where we usually fooled around, though I was not very comfortable with the whole situation.
So we got out to the field. We were watching some movie. He was making all kinds of comments about how hot the male characters were. Next thing I know, his dick was out.
He asked if I wanted to fuck. I made the horrible mistake of answering, "yes", and thus ensued 15 minutes of the most unskilled, misinformed sexing I have ever endured.
He got on top of me, took his penis, and just kind of had it do the hokey pokey around my vagina. I mean, it would poke left, right, go in half way, then pull out. Every 2 minutes or so, he'd stop to make sure that the massive, magnum sized condom (which he only bought to look cool in front of the cashier, he admitted), wasn't slipping off.
I tried to get into it. I tried to get him INTO it. I really did, but he wouldn't let me take his or my clothes off. He had some body issues.
Finally, he stopped. Not because ANYBODY "finished", just 'cause he was tired out from all the hokey pokey.
He then spent the next 10 minutes freaking out about how bad it would have been if the condom slipped off and I got pregnant.
Now he had to do drive me home.
And this, boys and girls, is where shit got really weird.
I told him that I didn't intend to see him again.
He accepted this, was silent for a while, and then said, "do you want to see something that will scare you?"
Well no, not really, but I'm in your car on a dark country road, Ted Bundy, so here we go.
He told me to open up the glove box. I did. Bloody knives. Several bloody knives.
I was obviously very uncomfortable at this point.
"What are those from, did you go on a hunting trip?"
"No. It's human blood."
"Oh. How did it get on there?"
"Well, if you must know... I... I get down that way."
"What do you mean?!"
"I... I CUT MYSELF."
What the fuck. Weirdest, creepiest way to tell someone that ever.
Needless to say I never talked to him again, though he did stalk a good friend of mine for almost a year. Psycho.