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Malicious Quirk

My advice to any single girl - stick with your gut's first impression when on a first date. I ignored mine and opted into the Kingdom of Hell. Do not make the same mistake. I ended up looking up at the sky from the bottom of a dumpster!

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I clearly recall a conversation with a close girlfriend after our first date. She asked me what I thought of him and I blurted out “Quirky.” We exchanged laughs and I gave her a dissection of an odd mannerism I had noticed. We both concluded that “Quirky can be good.” It never traversed my mind “When Quirky can be bad.”

That was first time I ever used “Quirky” to describe someone. That conversation stuck with me ever since and that was a few years ago. It was on a routine stop that fate delivered me on the doorstep to the kingdom of hell. Since my recent escape I’ve added Malicious Quirk to my vocabulary.

My collision with “Quirky” happened in a local vocal bar. The attraction was the voice behind the microphone. My girlfriend and I went there often because we loved the smooth sound that filled the room. One night we stopped after dinner in our usual course of things. We were two content single women standing in a crowded room, swaying to the music. A tall man and his short friend enter the landscape. My girlfriend and the tall man exchanged the niceties of social acquaintances. By the end of our girl’s night out I accepted an invitation out with her acquaintance.

In a single girl’s world the deliverance of a “Life Partner” by a trusted girlfriend comes highly recommended. I was assured he was good guy. Once given the stamp of approval you assume your life will not be in danger. The worse thing that can happen is discovery there is no chemistry. With this mindset I jumped into my date’s sports car.

The highlight of our evening was to go with some of his lifelong friends to an indoor concert of an artist I had no particular like or dislike for. Always a good first date. If you don’t enjoy the company you always have the music. Except when the acoustics are all wrong and then you’re annoyed instead of entertained. So there I was, annoyed and sitting next to an individual who, instead of turning toward me like a normal person, he was turned away. Hmm. My mind got caught up in this behavior. I remember sitting there and looking at the scene as if from the outside.

My first thought was “How odd?” I scanned my memory for a possible explanation. “I got nothing.” So I ran a little experiment to be sure nothing else was involved. I purposefully instigated moves around the room and watched him resettle himself. Same thing, each time he turned away. Next step I went for was delivery to an inquiry. Tone of voice is a sure fire way to determine disinterested. I asked what he thought of the acoustics. His answer had a pitch high on the pleasure scale.

Totally confused I decided this is not the one. However, I intended to remain ladylike until the evening’s end.

After agonizing for over an hour I did not welcome an encore. Inside I was screaming, “No, no,” while the audience was screaming, “Yes, yes.” Ugh. My self coach told me I could hang in there for one more song. On the last note I bolted for the door with the strange one in toe. Now all I need to do is endure the ride home. The end of this incomprehensible affair was in sight.

Then my date informed me there was a phase two to my night in the twilight zone. What? Oh no, what must I endure now. The plan was to meet up with his longtime friends for dinner. Since we didn’t sit with them during the concert I have no clue what they were like. Somewhere I got the idea weird attracts weird. I was not looking forward to a higher level of bizarre.

Now I have to sit with a group of weird strangers and pretend I was having a good time. And eat in front of them to boot. Think quick, what is a contingency plan of escape. No solution on demand. In the future I will always have a contingency plan regardless of who put me in the mess.

We arrive first at our table for ten. At least I didn’t have to endure the “all eyes on you” entry. I prepared myself to respond kindly and interested no matter what was thrown around this huge table. I was ready for some off the wall sense of humor.

Couple by couple strolled in and offered appropriate greetings in introduction. Not one friend oozed weird off their lips. Just good folks I would love to hang around with. Hugh? This did not add up. Surely these people are mistaken in their selection of this table. They acted like they knew my date. Was I missing something?

For the next couple hours I watched an event unfold that was the catalyst to my involvement with this odd person. This group of rational people appeared to adore my date. His charisma captured their attention.

Nothing in my interaction with his friends signaled danger and I mean nothing. I reasoned his peculiar habit of turning away from me was simply “quirky.” I changed my attitude. This will turn out to be a big mistake.

Following this perplexing first date I was propelled into an all encompassing relationship with him. My empathy grew with every future display of odd behavior. His above average intelligence coupled with what appeared to be social discomfort stimulated my nurturing protection of his feelings. In time I became his keeper and he became my ruler. In the end my entire existence was under his control.

Finally, when I had nothing left to meet his insatiable charm filled demands and frustrated by his blameless laziness, I took a stand. I expected compassion and understanding to step in and restrain his behavior. What happened next caught me completely by surprise. In an instant he turned his back on me and my home and my job vanished. This move was done without a hint of emotion. He cruelly threw me in a dumpster to struggle out on my own.

Nothing in all my life experience indicated that his peculiarity may signal absence of empathy. His final act, devoid of emotion and causing immeasurable harm, conveyed that I had danced with the devil. Most empathetic minds have no frame of reference to consider an odd behavior might be a Malicious Quirk. Now mine does.

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