55 Times Men Were So Creeped Out By Women That They Had To Share Their Stories Online

My ex stole my dog, took her an hour away to her new place while saying she didn’t have her, came to help me look for her for multiple days, then abandoned her a couple of miles away when police got involved. Luckily, my dog was found and taken to a shelter who promptly called me.

In rage, in the middle of the argument she took my fish out of the aquarium and threatened to step on it.

I saved the little guy. It was a beta if you want to know.

The most recent thing I had happen was a woman follow me around the gym for nearly 30 minutes.

I would do a set on the lat machine, she would get on a machine near me and half-heartedly do a workout on it. I’d move to the other side of the gym to use freeweights, she would grab a pair of dumbbells and workout next to me. When I sat on a bench to rest between workouts, she stood up near me to take a selfie, obviously angling it where I would be in the background of her pic.

It obviously stood out as two regulars, who were a married couple, took me to the side as I was moving to another machine and asked if I knew her. I said no. They asked if I was aware of what she was doing. I said yes, I’m ignoring her. They took the liberty of complaining to the manager for me. I haven’t seen her since.

Talking to a girl on tinder. We were a few weeks into talking to each other, getting ready to meet when she told me she wanted to "brand me". Burn or cut her name into my skin. I mysteriously lost and blocked her number after that.

Went on a date and brought this girl back to my place (I live alone). Didn't plan on seeing her again. A week goes by and I'm woken up at 2am and shes just standing at the foot of my bed.

Kicked her out and called the cops. Cops didnt do s**t about her entering my place. Imagine if roles were reversed.

I went on a date with some girl I met on a dating app. She was a bit quiet, and then she out of the blue she said "Eff the movie let's get a room." I think we were gonna see antman and I was super excited to go see it.

Literally began crying about how she missed having s*x with her brother and her dad stopped touching her after she gained weight. I told her the date was off and I was taking her home.

She then took out a pipe and started doing m**h in my car!!! I always been d**g and smoke free. I just stopped and kicked her out. There was no 2nd date.

This isn't the creepiest but it's a unique story.

I recently moved to NYC to pursue musical theatre and I brought a date to a jazz club. She kept wanting to make out and kept feeling me up, and I was like "stop, this is rude." And she replied, "I know, doesn't that make it more exciting?"

After the show she asked if I wanted to date seriously, and I said no, I wasn't feeling it. So she was disappointed but then said "OK, but do you wanna just have s*x then?"

So I replied, "I don't think so." "Oh come on just once." "Why do you want to have s*x with me so badly?" "Because I think you're gonna succeed at what you're doing and when you're famous on stage I want to tell my friends I f****d you."

I never knew something could be both extremely wholesome and extremely creepy at the same time.".

In high school we used to go on an overnight trip for a cross country race. It was fun, got to stay in a hotel, the city had a big mall we got to go to, a lot of people signed up just to go on this trip and would quit the week after.

Anyways me and about 4-5 of the other dudes there were hanging out in one of the hotel rooms, unpacking some stuff and just sitting around. This girl comes in and says hi...we sort of knew her? Like we had seen her show up to run a few times and knew her name but that was about it. She kind of stands there for a minute before a friend of mine is like "did you...need something?" And then she lunges forward, grabs one of the room keys that was sitting on the table and sprints off to her room and locks the door. We were like W*F!?

So we walk out and knock on her door...nothing...so we knock a bit harder...nothing...knock REALLY hard...she opens it CRYING and is like "WHY ARE YOU ALL SO MEAN!?" and runs to our teacher/coach and he's like "w*f did you all do?" So we call him into the room and were like "k we are all very confused right now but here's what happened" so he asks her she says she does not have the room key. So he just went down to the front desk had them deactivate them all and give us new ones.

On the bus ride home she walks over and hands the room key to one of us and doesn't say a word and walks back to her seat.

Absolutely insane behaviour.

I was very sick and laid up in bed. I had been to the doctor the day prior and they put me on some pretty heavy antibiotics and I was just laying in misery. This girl I had been talking to started calling and texting me, I eventually answered her call. She said she wanted to come over and hang out and watch the 2002 Adrien Brody film "The Pianist" in bed with me on my laptop, she was going to bring the DVD.


The last thing on earth that I wanted to do that night was have someone else in bed with me and watch a movie. She showed up anyway and put the movie on and any time I dozed off she woke me up and rewound the movie a little so I could see what I missed when I closed my eyes. I eventually got her to leave. I woke up in the middle of the night and she had her hand down my pants stroking my you know what. That obviously freaked me the f**k out and I made her get out and tried my damnedest to get her out of my life.

I knew a girl for about 2 weeks. We finally slept together, she stayed the night. I woke up to the feeling of something lightly tracing along the inside of my forearm... she was lightly dragging a razor blade along my arm (with no damage done). "Good morninggggg" she said, all sing-songy with a smile. I said "hey, let's go get breakfast!" and got her out of the apartment and we had breakfast, then I dropped her off at her home.

Then I ghosted her and gave a picture of her to the doorman.

She said she wished she could d*e so that she could come back in God's army and sl**ghter me... Yeah, That was the point I knew it wasn't going to work out.

I used to work a Halloween theme park event as a scareactor for many years. Something about the combination of alcohol and the fact that they paid a lot of money to have me scare them made women feel like they owned my body or something. S****l a*****t was usually an everyday norm. I lost count of how many but at least 100 different women over the years. I've been s****************d in some absolutely egregious ways by women who probably went home and never even considered it a*****t.

Dating has been almost as bad. One woman I told about how many times I've been a***ulted responded that I should have just not worked that job. I've unwittingly been on rosters when I thought I had a girlfriend. I've got scars on the back of my neck when a woman got b******t and clawed me all up because I told her not to leave marks on me where my kid would see. I had a text conversation go viral once when a woman cussed me out because I didn't wanna Netflix and chill in her apartment for the first date.

At this point, I'd choose the bear rather than run into a woman alone in the woods too.

On a First Date. She was on crutches, So I got out, opened and closed the door for her. Within minutes once we sat down at the restaurant, she grabbed my hands and caressed them. Told me she's very affectionate and that she's on crutches because she got into a fight with her last boyfriend and jumped off the 9th story balcony and landed on the 4th story balcony and broke her hips and pelvis.

I was chatting to an anesthesiologist on Bumble, and she asked my height and how much I weigh. When I asked why, she replied, "Oh, I was just mentally calculating the dose needed to knock you out".

Dark medical humour I'm sure, but I feel like it's one of those cases that definitely doesn't work if you flip the genders round.

Fun fact, I still went on a date with her, and what really put me off was when she said she hadn't heard of Spanish food. You can d**g me all you want, but I draw the line at cuisine ignorance!

I was really close friends with (also had a crush on if I’m being honest) a woman in college. We got really drunk one night and I slept over her place on the couch. In the middle of the night I was woken up by her roommate who had taken my pants off and had something in her mouth that you usually want to get consent to put there first. I made her stop and told her to go to her room.

The roommate had made passes at me before but I had made it clear I wasn’t interested, and I guess she thought s******y as**ulting me might change my mind.

Got s****************d by a woman, she climbed on top of me while both drunk and just put it in.

I freaked out, pushed her off, and she told everyone afterwards we had s*x and I cheated on my girlfriend.

Everyone believed her over me, despite the fact I even had a few witnesses (who also weren't believed as they were men and one female friend of mine) and destroyed my relationship at the time and caused years of torment till she finally admitted the truth to a judge years later.

I was 15, not popular. I was that quiet smart kid who avoided socializing.

A very beautiful girl in my class started flirting with me. I was confused and terrified, but she convinced me she liked me... She "like - liked" me.... So I opened up slowly, over several weeks. I wrote her emotional letters, she wrote back. We passed notes in class and she set up a date...

I was walking down the hallway, and saw her with her girl group, her back to me. I walked up behind her with a new letter in my hand and heard them all laughing. Then... I heard her very sarcastically and jestfully reading my words from one of my most emotion-filled notes. Everyone was laughing at me.

It was a "carrie" moment that I avoided. I ghosted her. I avoided her in class. Then - after school, on my walk home, she ran up to me and asked what was wrong.

I exploded. She was surprised and tried to apologize, but I told her off. She started laughing, then cut me hard with negative comments on my hand-me-down clothes, the fact that I lived in the projects (public housing), and so many other humiliating things. I screamed at her and almost punched her. But I held back and left.

The rest of that school year, I avoided everyone.

For 2 years, I refused to ever let anyone come near me in any romantic or flirty way.

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When I did finally see the movie "Carrie"... I watched Sissy Spacek do what I wanted so badly to do to that girl and her friends...

Lived with a gf who squatted in my house then reported it to the city as “uninhabitable” had to evict her in court. I hope that b***h lives a long horrible life.

An ex told me that before we dated she had gathered some friends to kidnap me as a prank because I lived in the middle of nowhere and she knew I wouldn't be one to call the cops but my door was locked and they couldn't find a quiet way to break in.

Knowing her as I do now I have no doubt she did that and I have a lot of doubt surrounding how much of that was intended as a prank.

I met this girl in college and we went on a hike, my college was right by this large wooded area so a lot of students hiked it. When we were in the most isolated part of the trail she turned to me and said “so how would you like to d*e”….apparently “peacefully and hopefully not today” was the right answer.