Update (this is long and maybe worth it's own thread):
Went out with the co-worker's sister met through plenty of fish last night. I was a little nervous going in, had received a rather disturbing voice message from here in the afternoon stating that since she hadn't heard from me in a day she thinks I'm dodging her and if I don't show up fine. I get it, think wtf because we settled things with times and locations just the day before but whatever. I call and confirm. I pick her up at about 9:30. The best way to describe her is "okay." She's thin, but not exactly toned. Face is okay as well. I'd rate her a 6/10 so I can't say I got the initial emotional jump when you see someone you're really into but whatever. The date goes fine for a couple hours. She's well educated (goes to grad school for counseling) and I challenge her by claiming that Freud's theory are wrong. We do this and other small talk for awhile. Not trying to brag her, but she's obviously into me as she kept touching me all over. She then starts to talk about how relationships work and that she needs a well educated and attractive guy. With some obsessive look she tells me I'm both those things and closes her eyes and waits for me to kiss her. I play along, but tell her no PDA for certain on the first date. She seems all right with it. I'm about 4 beers deep so I gotta piss. I excuse myself.
Now, this is where it gets really interesting. In the bathroom I check my phone because I felt it vibrate once or twice at the bar. I had 10 missed calls, a couple of voice mails, and 3-4 texts messages. I look and they're all from the ex. I check the texts and one reads, "I'm going to kill myself. Bye." With the alcohol in my system this hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm 95 percent certain she's not serious, but that 5 percent is enough to scare the #### out of me. The others basically say stuff along the lines that she hopes I'm enjoying my date and it's obvious she doesn't mean anything to me. It's pretty clear my ispy is still here(thanks man). I call and she asks me why I'm not answering the phone. I tell her where I am but push the question as to whether or not she's ok. She tells me she wasn't serious and only send it because she'd knew I'd call for sure. I tell her I'd call her later if I could.
I go back to my date. I decide not to play it off figuring she'll think I just took like a ten minute dump otherwise, so I tell her a friend sent me a troubling message. She seems all right with it but then continues being insanely forward. I suggest we get the check after we finish our drinks. She agrees. She pretty much forces me to hold her hair the entire way to my car. I take her home, which is only like two blocks from my place, and when we get there tells me we should have went to mine. Then she pretty much tries to molest me in the car. I kiss her a little bit but tell her she better go or else I'm going to take advantage of her (wasn't being serious, trying to "nicely" give her an excuse to get out - yeah that doesn't work). She agrees but keeps going at me and tells me she can't get out then whispers in my ear that she's "not a slut." I can't help it and start to laugh. I told her we'll wait until we go out again if we do. She then tells me that's a good idea and says, bright-eyed, we'll doing "something naughty on our second, third, and fourth dates..." At this point she seems to me like the psycho red-headed chick from Wedding Crashers.
Finally she gets out of the car. I head home. Call the ex to make sure she's okay and to tell her to not send me those texts if she's not serious because they honestly scared the #### out of me. She starts giving me the fifth degree on my date. I tell her to leave it alone. She cries, blames our situations on the mistakes I made in her relationships, and makes some hurtful insults and such. I choose not to say anything and just get off the phone. When I get off the phone I see the chick I was out with sent me three texts - the second one telling me she's on my street and to come find her (thankfully she doesn't know where I live).
Fast forward to this morning where I don't wake up until like noon. I have one text from the ex apologizing (ok whatever) and like 2 texts from the chick last night thanking me for a great time (yeah, I got the picture you had a wonderful time when you tried to throw yourself at me) and a phone message asking me to meet her at the dogpark. I call her and tell her I have somewhere to be at 1 o'clock so I can't do anything today, but she pushes that we have time if I hurry. I tell her I can't. She asks me to call her later. Wow.
I wish I could make this #### up. Hopefully this is the low end of my idating experience because right now Woz =