The Leslieville Creep

I try to block this guy out of my mind as much as possible.  Let’s call him LC.  I even forget which dating site I found him on.  He WAS good looking, seemed outgoing, tall, looked nice in a suit, etc.  We sent a few messages back and forth and then eventually started texting.  The usual.  So finally we decide to meet up at a Boston Pizza because a hockey game was on.  Easy enough.  He’s 15 minutes late.  He says he was doing a return at Canadian Tire.  That sounded important, so I let it go.  LC liked to talk with his mouth open.  LC also liked to people watch, which is also one of my favourite activities, but LC liked to point right at people as he was talking about them.  Real smooth, buddy.  Towards the end of the “date” I went to use the bathroom.  Within 15 seconds of leaving the table I get a text from him that says “so, we’re going back to my place to fool around, right?” WHAT IN THE HECK.  Immediately I text back saying “um, NO.  I don’t do that.”  Well yes, I do THAT, but not right now.  He eventually texts back “no, you are coming back with me, okay.”  Yes, this is all happening as I am in the ladies room.  What the frack do I even do at this point?  I disregard the last text and walk right over to the table, grab my jacket, and hightail it right out of there.  I’ve never driven out of a parking lot that fast before.  Beware of the Leslieville creep.