When I was in college, I met a nice boy, an artist-type, who asked me out on a date. We went out to dinner, and I thought things were going okay. I
agreed to hang out with him a little longer, and we went to the boardwalk near the beach.
He suddenly started staring at my breasts and said, "I just have to tell you that you have amazing tits. They're really huge." Just as I was about to read him the riot act for such inappropriate remarks, he moved towards me with two wide-open hands as if he were going to grab said breasts, my breasts. I was pinned against a guard rail but moved over right before he copped a feel. I politely escaped immediately after.
About a year later, I was working for a student publication, and I was assigned to write an article about obsessive compulsive disorder. Someone
brought up this same guy's name in an editorial meeting, and the next thing I knew, I was interviewing him for an article. It was at that point that he revealed that he also had Tourette‚s Syndrome. Having TS means that the individual
doesn't have that handy dandy little "delete button" in his brain. So every depraved thought you may have comes out your mouth, or in my date's case, gets acted on.
He had no control over his impulse to insult me, and the attempt to grope me on top of that. If you can believe it. One thing's for sure, when I interviewed him, he said he's never gone on a second date!
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