Creepiest thing a guy has ever said or done to you?

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    Jul 26, 2013 9:53 PM GMT
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    Jul 26, 2013 9:56 PM GMT
    recently i was told by a guy who i thought was cute that he has a fetish .... i dont want to say what it is.... basically i dont think he's cute anymore and i dont talk to him
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    Jul 26, 2013 10:03 PM GMT
    Nothing recent, but way back when I was a teenager, my cousin took me to her church. During the prayer after service, I had my head down praying and I felt this hand rubbing up and down my back, then this voice saying "would you like me to pray with you?" in a tone that was kind of lascivious and whispery. I opened my eyes and saw the soloist sitting close to me and stroking my back. He was a good looking guy, Hispanic with a pompadour, but at 13, him rubbing on me creeped me out.
  • HottJoe

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    Jul 26, 2013 10:32 PM GMT
    Too many to count. I've been offered money to do all sorts of weird things. And I had a roommate in New York who roofied me. I woke up sick the next day, not wearing pants, and he was in my bed spooning me. He then showed me his gun and said he wanted us to die together. I literally ran out of the house and left all my belongings behind.

    Edit: not house; one bedroom dump covered in cat piss and hair.icon_confused.gif
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    Jul 26, 2013 11:06 PM GMT
    HottJoe saidToo many to count. I've been offered money to do all sorts of weird things. And I had a roommate in New York who roofied me. I woke up sick the next day, not wearing pants, and he was in my bed spooning me. He then showed me his gun and said he wanted us to die together. I literally ran out of the house and left all my belongings behind.

    Edit: not house; one bedroom dump covered in cat piss and hair.icon_confused.gif


    omg Joe....you were drugraped? Im so sorry, must have been so traumatic *hugs* icon_sad.gif
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    Jul 26, 2013 11:15 PM GMT
    IrishDarren said
    HottJoe saidToo many to count. I've been offered money to do all sorts of weird things. And I had a roommate in New York who roofied me. I woke up sick the next day, not wearing pants, and he was in my bed spooning me. He then showed me his gun and said he wanted us to die together. I literally ran out of the house and left all my belongings behind.

    Edit: not house; one bedroom dump covered in cat piss and hair.icon_confused.gif


    omg Joe....you were drugraped? Im so sorry, must have been so traumatic *hugs* icon_sad.gif

    I don't know what he did to me while I was passed out... There's a lot more to the story, but I just don't feel like getting into it right now.
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    Jul 26, 2013 11:32 PM GMT
    HottJoe said
    IrishDarren said
    HottJoe saidToo many to count. I've been offered money to do all sorts of weird things. And I had a roommate in New York who roofied me. I woke up sick the next day, not wearing pants, and he was in my bed spooning me. He then showed me his gun and said he wanted us to die together. I literally ran out of the house and left all my belongings behind.

    Edit: not house; one bedroom dump covered in cat piss and hair.icon_confused.gif


    omg Joe....you were drugraped? Im so sorry, must have been so traumatic *hugs* icon_sad.gif

    I don't know what he did to me while I was passed out... There's a lot more to the story, but I just don't feel like getting into it right now.


    Good, your time is worth better topics xxxx

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    Jul 26, 2013 11:40 PM GMT
    Did a 'male dancer' once (LOL) ...Went to his place, and within 1/2 hour he was a fucking raging lunatic. Turns out he took GHB. We ended up having sex anyways... icon_twisted.gif
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    Jul 27, 2013 12:10 AM GMT
    HottJoe saidToo many to count. I've been offered money to do all sorts of weird things. And I had a roommate in New York who roofied me. I woke up sick the next day, not wearing pants, and he was in my bed spooning me. He then showed me his gun and said he wanted us to die together. I literally ran out of the house and left all my belongings behind.

    Edit: not house; one bedroom dump covered in cat piss and hair.icon_confused.gif


    Jesus tittyfucking Christ. That's awful.
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    Jul 27, 2013 12:26 AM GMT
    I went to Hershey to meet up with a blind date from Mt. Gretna. He sounded really sexy on the phone.

    He told me that if we hit it off that we will arrange another time to hook up...

    This was before internets.

    Long story short, guy was fucking hideous. He wanted me to follow him out to his place. I reminded him that this was just an initial meeting per his request.

    As we left the sports bar, I said to him, "I'll call you."

    Yeah, right.

    The worst was the following morning. I picked up the newspaper off the porch and his picture was on the front page.

    "Teacher's aide arrested for molesting teenage boys."

    Truth really is stranger than fiction.

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    Jul 27, 2013 12:38 AM GMT

    When I was 19 years old, I met an incredibly hot guy in a local park. We walked and talked for quite a while, then went back to my place. When we made it to my bedroom, he asked why I had rope under my bed. (I had been making wooden sconces to make ends meet and I glued the rope around the edges for decoration. I kept the supplies under the bed.) I explained why it was there and he asked if he could tie me up. Well, I was young and inexperienced, plus he looked like a God in my eyes so I said yes. He laid on top of me and kissed me but kept looking around the room all distracted. He jumped up and said he'd be right back. I could hear him opening drawers in the kitchen. He came back with a knife. The sight of this didn't scare me like you might think because I was very naive and it never crossed my mind anyone would hurt me. Then he spies my diving knife across the room and asked which one I thought was sharper. Stupidly, I told him the diving knife because I had just sharpened it. So with my legs spread apart and tied to the mattress (there were no bedposts because it was my first apartment and I couldn't afford a bed frame), he took the point of the knife and ran it up my ass crack. When I started freaking out he said "I just want to feel your warm blood on my dick while I fuck you" and "it will only hurt at first." Still my naivety told me he was just fucking around, but then he put the knife inside my ass and I could feel it cutting my skin. Suddenly my innocence abandoned me and I screamed at the top of my lungs and since the rope was tied to the mattress handles instead of a frame, I was able to knee him hard enough to kick him off. Realizing I lived in a thinly walled apartment complex, he took off (with my diving knife).

    A week passes. I came in about 2am from a bar down the street. I remember it was Valentine's Day and I had been doing shots of tequila. As I unlocked my front door, I immediately got a sense of danger. The hair on my arms stood straight up, but in all honesty, that had happened each time I came home after the incident with that guy and the knife. But still....something told me to just stand at the door and check things out. I had a large potted plant in front of my window and I noticed a big dirt stain on my light colored carpet. I had a pet rabbit who ran freely in my apartment so I figured he did it. But as I kept standing there, I could see that the dirt had been scooped up and put back in the pot. I also noticed the drapes were not hanging as usual. They were a little too long for the windows so I always had to arrange them so they didn't look messed up. Then I looked straight ahead into the bedroom and I could see my M-16 rifle was not propped in the corner where I left it. As I'm taking all this in, I see the barrel of my M-16 come around the corner of my bedroom door. Before it's sites are aimed on me, I flew out the door and ran as fast as I could; jumped the locked fence to the swimming pool and called the police from the pay phone.

    The cops searched the apartment thoroughly to make sure it was safe. Of course my M-16 was gone. The police chewed me out for not reporting the incident that happened earlier in the week, but I had been too embarrassed to call.
  • Rhi_Bran

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    Jul 27, 2013 1:55 AM GMT
    Scruffypup said

    When I was 19 years old, I met an incredibly hot guy in a local park. We walked and talked for quite a while, then went back to my place. When we made it to my bedroom, he asked why I had rope under my bed. (I had been making wooden sconces to make ends meet and I glued the rope around the edges for decoration. I kept the supplies under the bed.) I explained why it was there and he asked if he could tie me up. Well, I was young and inexperienced, plus he looked like a God in my eyes so I said yes. He laid on top of me and kissed me but kept looking around the room all distracted. He jumped up and said he'd be right back. I could hear him opening drawers in the kitchen. He came back with a knife. The sight of this didn't scare me like you might think because I was very naive and it never crossed my mind anyone would hurt me. Then he spies my diving knife across the room and asked which one I thought was sharper. Stupidly, I told him the diving knife because I had just sharpened it. So with my legs spread apart and tied to the mattress (there were no bedposts because it was my first apartment and I couldn't afford a bed frame), he took the point of the knife and ran it up my ass crack. When I started freaking out he said "I just want to feel my warm blood on my dick while I fuck you" and "it will only hurt at first." Still my naivety told me he was just fucking around, but then he put the knife inside my ass and I could feel it cutting my skin. Suddenly my innocence abandoned me and I screamed at the top of my lungs and since the rope was tied to the mattress handles instead of a frame, I was able to knee him hard enough to kick him off. Realizing I lived in a thinly walled apartment complex, he took off (with my diving knife).

    A week passes. I came in about 2am from a bar down the street. I remember it was Valentine's Day and I had been doing shots of tequila. As I unlocked my front door, I immediately got a sense of danger. The hair on my arms stood straight up, but in all honesty, that had happened each time I came home after the incident with that guy and the knife. But still....something told me to just stand at the door and check things out. I had a large potted plant in front of my window and I noticed a big dirt stain on my light colored carpet. I had a pet rabbit who ran freely in my apartment so I figured he did it. But as I kept standing there, I could see that the dirt had been scooped up and put back in the pot. I also noticed the drapes were not hanging as usual. They were a little too long for the windows so I always had to arrange them so they didn't look messed up. Then I looked straight ahead into the bedroom and I could see my M-16 rifle was not propped in the corner where I left it. As I'm taking all this in, I see the barrel of my M-16 come around the corner of my bedroom door. Before it's sites are aimed on me, I flew out the door and ran as fast as I could; jumped the locked fence to the swimming pool and called the police from the pay phone.

    The cops searched the apartment thoroughly to make sure it was safe. Of course my M-16 was gone. The police chewed me out for not reporting the incident that happened earlier in the week, but I had been too embarrassed to call.


    Oh. My god. Is this a creepypasta? Please tell me this is a creepypasta. That's scarier than most horror movies I've seen.
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    Jul 27, 2013 2:47 AM GMT
    When I was in 4th grade I was waiting by a bus stop with my older brother when an older, dirty, homeless looking guy came up to me. Looking at me, he took a handful of cash out of his pocket, touched his dick and then offered me the money. Not understanding that he was clearly a child molester, I went for the money, but was intercepted by my brother who brother grabbed me and ran away. We had someone call the cops after.
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    Jul 27, 2013 3:01 AM GMT
    Scruffypup, that was beyond creepy, it was a horror of horrors. Creepy is when you have a lot of insects crawling over you or something that just gives you the jitters. As Rhi_Bran says, it was a horror. Must have been hard to heal, too.

    I know that people use people a lot, but this is on the Jeffrey Dahmer level.

    May you be safe and ever happy!
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    Jul 27, 2013 3:11 AM GMT
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    It's not creepy! it's scary!
    Thank god, you all are safe now to share your stories!
    unfortunate and sad for those who were unable to make it!
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    Jul 27, 2013 3:42 AM GMT
    My first bf made me a photo album of sorts for my bday...it was tacky and he did a photo shoot (of HIMSELF) in really gay ass poses, shirtless. And he didn't even have a good body. It was VERY creepy. I broke up with him shortly thereafter. And burned the album.
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    Scruffypup said

    When I was 19 years old, I met an incredibly hot guy in a local park. We walked and talked for quite a while, then went back to my place. When we made it to my bedroom, he asked why I had rope under my bed. (I had been making wooden sconces to make ends meet and I glued the rope around the edges for decoration. I kept the supplies under the bed.) I explained why it was there and he asked if he could tie me up. Well, I was young and inexperienced, plus he looked like a God in my eyes so I said yes. He laid on top of me and kissed me but kept looking around the room all distracted. He jumped up and said he'd be right back. I could hear him opening drawers in the kitchen. He came back with a knife. The sight of this didn't scare me like you might think because I was very naive and it never crossed my mind anyone would hurt me. Then he spies my diving knife across the room and asked which one I thought was sharper. Stupidly, I told him the diving knife because I had just sharpened it. So with my legs spread apart and tied to the mattress (there were no bedposts because it was my first apartment and I couldn't afford a bed frame), he took the point of the knife and ran it up my ass crack. When I started freaking out he said "I just want to feel my warm blood on my dick while I fuck you" and "it will only hurt at first." Still my naivety told me he was just fucking around, but then he put the knife inside my ass and I could feel it cutting my skin. Suddenly my innocence abandoned me and I screamed at the top of my lungs and since the rope was tied to the mattress handles instead of a frame, I was able to knee him hard enough to kick him off. Realizing I lived in a thinly walled apartment complex, he took off (with my diving knife).

    A week passes. I came in about 2am from a bar down the street. I remember it was Valentine's Day and I had been doing shots of tequila. As I unlocked my front door, I immediately got a sense of danger. The hair on my arms stood straight up, but in all honesty, that had happened each time I came home after the incident with that guy and the knife. But still....something told me to just stand at the door and check things out. I had a large potted plant in front of my window and I noticed a big dirt stain on my light colored carpet. I had a pet rabbit who ran freely in my apartment so I figured he did it. But as I kept standing there, I could see that the dirt had been scooped up and put back in the pot. I also noticed the drapes were not hanging as usual. They were a little too long for the windows so I always had to arrange them so they didn't look messed up. Then I looked straight ahead into the bedroom and I could see my M-16 rifle was not propped in the corner where I left it. As I'm taking all this in, I see the barrel of my M-16 come around the corner of my bedroom door. Before it's sites are aimed on me, I flew out the door and ran as fast as I could; jumped the locked fence to the swimming pool and called the police from the pay phone.

    The cops searched the apartment thoroughly to make sure it was safe. Of course my M-16 was gone. The police chewed me out for not reporting the incident that happened earlier in the week, but I had been too embarrassed to call.


    Oh. My god. Is this a creepypasta? Please tell me this is a creepypasta. That's scarier than most horror movies I've seen.



    No, my imagination is not that good. But that experience probably kept me disease free because I was afraid to hookup for years after that.
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    Jul 27, 2013 11:37 AM GMT
    I was briefly dating a creepy guy out of desperation, hoping he'd grow on me.
    I was walking across the room once and he came up behind me and put his body on me so that we were both walking together, with the front of his legs against the back of mine.
    Doesn't seem like much but it creeped me out and I still get sick when I think about it.

    (Joe, Scruffy, after reading your terrible stories, I'm going on dates with a combination chastity belt now. You guys reminded me of the first guy I slept with. He put his hands around my throat and said, "I could kill you so easily." WTF is that about?)

    {edit}

    I posted my lame story before I read the really bad ones.
  • BlackBeltGuy

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    Jul 27, 2013 8:32 PM GMT
    HottJoe saidToo many to count. I've been offered money to do all sorts of weird things. And I had a roommate in New York who roofied me. I woke up sick the next day, not wearing pants, and he was in my bed spooning me. He then showed me his gun and said he wanted us to die together. I literally ran out of the house and left all my belongings behind.

    Edit: not house; one bedroom dump covered in cat piss and hair.icon_confused.gif


    damn dude I feel for you. That is fucked up. I'd beat him to a pulp until every detail was told to me.
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    Jul 27, 2013 8:39 PM GMT
    On our first date:

    Guy #1:
    "I tend to be a really jealous guy and don't want you to do anything. If you do you have to tell me first...."

    Guy #2:
    "Yeah, we're gonna get married."


    My thoughts WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! Literally. Crazies.
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    Jul 27, 2013 8:39 PM GMT
    My story certainly pales in comparison after reading some. My experience wasn't anything compared to HottJoe or scruffypup.
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    Jul 27, 2013 8:48 PM GMT
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    When I was 19 years old, I met an incredibly hot guy in a local park. We walked and talked for quite a while, then went back to my place. When we made it to my bedroom, he asked why I had rope under my bed. (I had been making wooden sconces to make ends meet and I glued the rope around the edges for decoration. I kept the supplies under the bed.) I explained why it was there and he asked if he could tie me up. Well, I was young and inexperienced, plus he looked like a God in my eyes so I said yes. He laid on top of me and kissed me but kept looking around the room all distracted. He jumped up and said he'd be right back. I could hear him opening drawers in the kitchen. He came back with a knife. The sight of this didn't scare me like you might think because I was very naive and it never crossed my mind anyone would hurt me. Then he spies my diving knife across the room and asked which one I thought was sharper. Stupidly, I told him the diving knife because I had just sharpened it. So with my legs spread apart and tied to the mattress (there were no bedposts because it was my first apartment and I couldn't afford a bed frame), he took the point of the knife and ran it up my ass crack. When I started freaking out he said "I just want to feel your warm blood on my dick while I fuck you" and "it will only hurt at first." Still my naivety told me he was just fucking around, but then he put the knife inside my ass and I could feel it cutting my skin. Suddenly my innocence abandoned me and I screamed at the top of my lungs and since the rope was tied to the mattress handles instead of a frame, I was able to knee him hard enough to kick him off. Realizing I lived in a thinly walled apartment complex, he took off (with my diving knife).

    A week passes. I came in about 2am from a bar down the street. I remember it was Valentine's Day and I had been doing shots of tequila. As I unlocked my front door, I immediately got a sense of danger. The hair on my arms stood straight up, but in all honesty, that had happened each time I came home after the incident with that guy and the knife. But still....something told me to just stand at the door and check things out. I had a large potted plant in front of my window and I noticed a big dirt stain on my light colored carpet. I had a pet rabbit who ran freely in my apartment so I figured he did it. But as I kept standing there, I could see that the dirt had been scooped up and put back in the pot. I also noticed the drapes were not hanging as usual. They were a little too long for the windows so I always had to arrange them so they didn't look messed up. Then I looked straight ahead into the bedroom and I could see my M-16 rifle was not propped in the corner where I left it. As I'm taking all this in, I see the barrel of my M-16 come around the corner of my bedroom door. Before it's sites are aimed on me, I flew out the door and ran as fast as I could; jumped the locked fence to the swimming pool and called the police from the pay phone.

    The cops searched the apartment thoroughly to make sure it was safe. Of course my M-16 was gone. The police chewed me out for not reporting the incident that happened earlier in the week, but I had been too embarrassed to call.


    Holy fuck, the most scary shit I have ever read.
  • vintovka

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    Jul 27, 2013 8:54 PM GMT
    For creepy rather than scary...

    Lots of good candidates, but the one of the worst (and one of the worst days of my professional life) was when I tattooed a really gross middle-aged bisexual-swinger couple. While I was tattooing the wife she was screaming and wiggling (which was not helping the tattoo any) and the whole time and he was making allusions to B&D. They kept hinting around being interested in a three-way. At the end of the experience she said she was going to get some genital warts removed the next day. I almost quit tattooing that day.
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    Jul 27, 2013 9:07 PM GMT
    The oddest thing a guy ever did was send me his used condomn
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    Jul 27, 2013 9:09 PM GMT
    A guy I hooked up with tried to pay me afterwards.

    I may or may not have taken the money. icon_twisted.gif