okay I go on a date with this guy whom I found on CraigsList.
oh man there is a story to this one . ...
First he kept giving me excuses & BS on the phone, and those got me antsy.
But finally we settle for a place to meet - a family restaurant. I was VERY apprehensive about this, but I was also desperate, so I wanted to meet. I set up an escape plan just in case. I parked my car in a spot for the speediest get-away, and got myself mentally prepared. At the specified time he did not show up. In my head I thought that what if he is a straight guy who bashes gay guys. Since he kept giving excuses and wasting time I was wondering if he was pulling up an army of his buddies to meet me for a whoop-ass.
Well, finally he shows up. This guy starts telling me about his life. He talks non stop. So I just listen. He tells me that he got stopped by the cops before he came there. I ignore this - this stuff happens ... Our food comes, he starts slurping it, and generally acting like a slob. In my head I know it's a "no" but out of curiosity I am staying. He tells me his life story, his A story his B story. He talks very loud. I ignore it. Then this guy tells me that he killed somebody. I tell him I'd rather not to hear that, but he goes on .. . . Remember that this is all in a family restaurant and he talks very loud . ..So he tells me that some gang members surrounded him once and he tried to get them off his back, but they wouldn't budge, so he swung at them with something sharp and ... that's how it happened. A manager comes over and asks him to quiet down. I thank the manager - not outloud - to myself. But the guy keeps talking. Who knows what still kept me there. Curiosity eeh. Every so often he would reach for some sugar packets and stuff them in his coat. Then the salt shaker. Then the napkins. Then some other stuff.
I realize that something is not all right in his head. He tells me he has mood swings and other psychiatric issues. He could be bipolar. The guy is very honest, or at least appears to be this way. He asks me if I'm interested in him and tells me to be honest. I say no, it's not my thing. I think of my safety and my escape plan. I hurry up a bit, since I feel restaurant's customers have had enough.
Well, finally we finish up, I pay, cuz he doesn't have any money. We go outside, but before this I come up to the manager and tell me sorry for being loud. Manager understands me. I can see it in his eyes.
I go to my get-away car, but the guy follows me and keeps talking. I listen (why?? curiosity still)... He keeps talking. Well, a cop car drives by right next to us and I am a bit relieved. In surprising turn of events, the cop motions the guy to come up to the police car. He does. Cop tells him "don't panhandle around here" and tells the guy to go home. I stand and listen ...... guy goes home, the officer asks me if I'm alright. I nod, get in the car and get the heck out of there before the police guy changes his mind or anything else happens. A few more police cars pull up as I drive away. Turns out they've decided to eat there I guess.
As I'm going home the guy calls me and complains that he was not panhandling, blah blah blah, police doesn't like him, blah blah blah.
Only after I realize, I WENT ON A DATE WITH A BUM !
And our date ended up with HIM GETTING BUSTED BY THE COPS !!
Apparently cops knew him very well around there. He was not a bum just yet. No. He was a bum in the making.
I happen to live on the side of a mountain outside Reading PA!!! 
