This sort of nerdy guy kept trying to talk to me while I was studying at the library. I finally agreed to have dinner with him, because I felt bad for him. I drove over to his house, and he made dinner. After we ate, he wanted to take me on a "tour" of the house. His first stop was the bathroom, where he offered me a creepy-looking, used toothbrush, and asked me if I wanted to brush my teeth before we saw the bedroom! I said I had to get home, and ran out of there as fast as I could.
— Rhonda, 23