Is It Doomed? How to spot the signs early on

So I meet this girl in my Calculus class during my sophomore year in college. You see, I was really good at Math (with numbers in General)…it was a little scary actually. In fact, I don’t think there was a single person in the entire class who liked me since I would always annihilate the grading curve. I would even catch the Asian girls giving me dirty looks when the professor announced that I received the highest grade. But that’s a whole different story. Around finals week, this girl from class approaches me and asks me for help on the final exam. I’m a nice guy so I give her my phone number and tell her to call me later on in the evening after I finished with work at 8pm.

The Phone Call

I get a call from her at around 11pm (even though I told her 8pm) and she began talking. She talked, and she talked, and when she was done talking…she started over again. It was about half past midnight and she had yet to ask me a single question about myself. At the same time, I already knew her favorite food, her Father’s occupation, her dog’s nickname, and what color Burberry belt she was going to buy on the weekend. We spoke for about 5 hours (mainly she spoke) and we only discussed Math for about 30 minutes. We hung up the phone at around 4am that evening and went to sleep.

Asking Her Out

I told my friend Mike that I spoke to this girl over the phone for 5 hours and he convinced me that there was something more to her. I found out later on that he only wanted me to call her so that we could all go out as a group (she would bring along a girlfriend). After the final exam, I waked her over to her car and ended up asking her out on a date for the upcoming weekend. Fortunately for Mike, he would not be a part of this date.

The Date

It was the day of the first date and I was a little shocked to find out that she lived about 25 miles away from me. Our date was planned for 7:00pm and I left the house about an hour early so that I could make it on time. Unfortunately, the traffic in Los Angeles wasn’t on my side that day (or maybe that was a sign). It was already 6:50pm and I wasn’t even half way there. So I call her up to say that I was going to be late because of traffic (keep in mind I still had 10 minutes before our date) and she tells me that she already made other plans. What???? I was absolutely furious.

Apparently, she was expecting me to call her before I left to say that I was on my way over. Seeing as how it was 10-minutes to 7:00, she decided to make other plans. I guess I missed that little piece of etiquette in the Angry Woman’s guide to dating. After explaining to her that I was stuck in traffic for an hour and that I was coming over there regardless, she agreed to cancel the plans she made.

I arrived at her house around 7:30pm and the first thing she asks me is “where are my flowers”? I couldn’t help but wonder why this girl was demanding flowers…as if it were her god-given right to receive them. Shrugging off the flowers comment, we head back into the city (a 25 mile ride back) for some Sushi. The conversation over dinner was pretty much about her, and even as the evening winded down, she still never got around to asking me any questions.

The Physical Abuse

I am a very playful person and I joke a lot, so every time I would make a joke this girl would curl up her first, cock her arm back, and then punch me in the shoulder. The first time this happened I was in complete shock. “Did she just punch me”? On top of that, she got even more violent as the evening went on and she got a few drinks in her system. At one point she tore a “For Rent” sign out of the ground and hit me with it. Who does that? She probably punched me about 50 times that evening and I had a bruise the size of a tennis ball on my right shoulder the next morning (and I don’t bruise easily).

The Moral

All in all, this date should have ended the moment she told me that she had made other plans; but it didn’t happen that way. What followed was one of the most horrific and violent first dates of all time.