This is long, so I'm sorry.

This guy I had known for a number of months and I got together a few times at a local pub. Then he invited me over for dinner and a movie. I was pretty into him, and no major red flags had popped up thus far.

As the evening progressed, he drank his wine fairly quickly, but was pleasant for the most part. At one point after we ate he suggested we go outside to sit by his fire pit in his backyard. But he had trouble lighting the fire and it seemed to really upset him. I noted his reaction but didn't focus on it. But after that, he became increasingly agitated it seemed. The moment I lost interest in him happened around here: his little sweet dog jumped up on my lap and spilled my wine. I was very casual about it and hugged the little dog, but this guy started yelling at this poor baby, yelling and cursing. At a dog. I was feeling uncomfortable at this point and knew that this dude and I had no future together, as I loathe people who mistreat animals, but I was willing to finish out the evening without storming out.

Then, he disappeared into the garage and came back out with a giant bottle of tequila from his freezer, which he began drinking directly from. He tried to blow it into the fire pit to make a flame, which was stupid, but then he said "should we put a movie in?"

This is when I should have listened to my instincts-I wanted to go home but it wasn't yet late and I knew that the movie was an agreed upon portion of the evening, and I sometimes am too much of a people pleaser so I said sure. He selected a film and went to play it.

Only problem was, his DVD player wouldn't open. He kept pressing the button but it was jammed. Here's the moment I realized he was a horrible and probably insane person: he proceeded to march into the kitchen, grab a large butcher knife, and start jamming it into the DVD player, trying to pry the little drawer out, cursing and turning red, and growling like a freak. I was horrified, and I was crestfallen, because I knew I was in a bad position and I was SO MAD at myself for not bailing earlier. But I felt incredibly frightened, to the point that I had tears in my eyes and was trying to cover them up. He took his shirt off, kept digging into the DVD player, and I sat there in the dark planning an escape. My initial plan was to wait for him to go to the restroom and just run for the car, but he gave up on the DVD player for a second, sat down on the sofa, and immediately started snoring. He woke up as I opened the door and insisted on walking me out.

I cried all the way home. Both for myself and both for the deep sadness I felt at not kidnapping his dog. I still feel guilty for leaving the dog there.

TL;DR : I went on a date from hell and I'm going to stay home forever now.