One day I went on a date with a guy. I was looking for a serious relationship. So this guy, he's a doctor, my age, white, quite successful, good-looking, has a nice car, financially successful, seemed polite and decent. Everything seemed great about him. He picked me up at my place, and we went to the restaurant. It all went well, we had a nice chat over the dinner at that fancy place. At the end of the evening, we were back in his car, he was driving back to my place. And while driving, he put his hand on my bare thigh... I was wearing a nice dress that evening. I asked him to get his hand off of me in a very polite way, but he didn't!!! And he told me that I don't have to be afraid, because he has condoms... I was shocked 😳 and irritated. I moved his hand off my thigh and asked what the hell is that supposed to mean exactly. He immediately got angry and aggressive, saying he wasted his day on me and so on. We had a little argument, and then he just stopped his car and told me to get out. I tried to talk some sense into him, but unsuccessfully. He went to my side of the car and opened the door, told me to get the fuck outof his car. Our arguing didn't stop then. I tried to tell him that it's dark outside, we're in the middle of nowhere and I'm wearing heels, but he didn't care. But he didn't care, and he was getting physical in trying to remove me from his car. And then some random guy from the street approached us and started talking to him. He said to "my date" to calm down and to stop acting like shit. Eventually I got out of his car and that idiot just drove off, leaving me there. So I started looking for a taxi on my phone. And then this guy, who talked to us, advised me to at least wait for a taxi in some other place, because it wasn't a "safe neighborhood". And he suggested we walk to some public place nearby. As we were walking, which was quite uncomfortable wearing heels, we started chatting. So this guy was wearing a hoodie with some sweatpants, he was black, couldn't tell his age because of the hood on his head, he was local, lived there his whole life and told me some not very great things about the neighborhood. He told me a bit about himself, I told him about this guy I went on a date, and we mutually trash talked about him, which was nice and relieving 😅. He asked me where I live and he told me that it's not quite far away and we could walk there if I wanted, but I didn't say anything. So we eventually got to a more or less public place, we were at McDonald's. He said he'll be back in a second and went somewhere. Meanwhile, I decided to get a burger and ordered one for him too. He got back in a few minutes, holding a pair of slippers 😂. He said I should try these, instead of my heels and it was so fucking great to take those off and put on those slippers 😅. At that point, I cancelled my taxi. And we were walking again, to my place, while eating a burger. At that point I was wearing a fancy dress with some cheap new slippers. I was so stylish, you wouldn't believe it! 😂 But at least it was very comfortable! We were chatting all the way there and it was quite an unusual conversation for me. Some phrases he said made me burst into laughter. He was interesting and funny, despite my initial prejudice. We got back to my place quite fast without any troubles...