Oh boy, my time has come. When I was in University, I dated my manager. There was a slight age difference (six years), and I had just broken up with my boyfriend, so I think the combination of an older guy that was conventionally off limits and the fact that it'd drive my ex nuts drove me to him.
Little did I know I was boarding the crazy train to psycho town. Turns out he was religious. Like really religious, like told me he thought all gay people were going to hell on the first date religious. Also he lived with his mom. Who washed his clothes, but he swore it was because she enjoyed it.
For whatever reason, I agreed to a second date. On this one, he told me as we ate dinner in an outside courtyard in a quaint little part of town that he used to eat here alone and get enraged watching couples walk by. Yikes. After dinner, we passed a couple taking wedding photos, and he asked me where I wanted to get married. Yikes x1000. I told him as politely as I could that I thought we were moving a little fast, and by the look on his face, you'dve thought I'd just told him I shot his puppy in the head. He flipped out, spewing this self-loathing blather about how he always messes things up with girls and wanting to know what he did and how he could fix it. I'm internally panicking at this point, since he drove me to this date and therefore has to drive me home. I backtrack, saying that it's fine, he's ok, but maybe we should head home. We drive in stone-cold silence back to my house. He walks me to my door. My little brother is inside, and I didn't want a repeat scene on my porch, so I gave him a polite kiss goodbye and told him I'd call him. I didn't.
The next time I went in to work, he comes up to me as I'm counting my till. "You know, it was all I could do not to text you, or call you, or send flowers to your house...I wrote you this poem". He then proceeds to pull a poem out of his pocket and recite it to me. AT MY REGISTER. WE ARE BOTH ON THE CLOCK. I was mortified, but what do you even say to that?
Luckily, this was the summer before I was set to study abroad. In the few short weeks before I left, I got call after text after call from him. I answered one, while out with my friends, where he proceeded to grill me on "what we were". Keep in mind, we've been on 2 dates at this point. I eventually stopped responding. His was the last text I received on the plane before I shut my phone off for 4 months while I was in Europe.
When I returned, I picked up some shifts for my spring break. I received an icy response from him, but was scheduled for something like Monday-Wednesday-Thursday. When I showed up that Wednesday, they told me I wasn't on the schedule for that day, and was a no-call-no-show on Tuesday. I showed them my version of the schedule, and they showed me theirs; on the master sheet, my Wednesday hours had been whited out, with Tuesday ones added in. The fucker tried to get me fired by making it look like I skipped a shift.
TL;DR. Dated my manager. He was crazy, tried to get me fired. 0/10, would not recommend.