“He was walking me back to my car and as we turn on the street I was parked on, he lifts me up off the ground and kisses me. Out of nowhere. Honestly, I think he and I were on separate dates because he seemed to think it was going SO WELL that a Dirty Dancing moment was necessary. I was so confused, but it also wasn't the worst kiss, so I participated. After a few minutes of a high-school-esque make out session, he pulls away and says,
"‘Um, ok?’ I grabbed my keys and began to walk to my car. He says behind me:
"‘I'm no good for you. You shouldn't be near me.’
"‘I'M SORRY, WHAT?’
"It should be said that this guy was exactly my size. He didn't come across as dangerous, and I probably could have kicked him in the nuts and ran off if he tried anything inappropriate. It was just his demeanor, like he needed me to know he was ‘dangerous’ and he wanted me to like that he was ‘dangerous.’
“I walked to my car, got in, drove away, deleted his number, and sent Ron a text that said: WHAT THE HELL. We never spoke about it again.