I had a one night stand with a friend at a party when I was about 18-19. He was the second person I'd had sex with, but he was a big player and had been hitting on me for years, so I had no plans to do anything more than bang that once.

It wasn't good, but he seemed to have fun back there. I realized we didn't click at all as partners, so oh well. At least it's nice flirting with him.

We both spent the night with a couple other guy friends and watched the Super Bowl the next day. It was chill. We cuddled and shit and flirted, but it was obvious he knew we didn't mesh either, and I figured hey, we can at least continue being friends.

Then the whole of the following week, he avoided me. I called him once at his dad's and could literally hear him in the background telling his dad to cover for him. Whatever, I just wanted to know if you were coming to the show this weekend (we were both regulars at a local all ages club), but you just made this weird.

Saturday night comes around, and I go to say hi to him in passing. Hug our mutual friend, how about this weather blah blah. The dude I banged leaves the club and our mutual friend goes after him ti see what's up. He comes back a few minutes later and says I should go talk to him, because he's locked himself in someone else's car and is cutting himself. Wat. Wait, how is this my problem?

I go out there anyway because I'm morbidly fascinated by train wrecks, and he's literally sitting in this shitty car by the curb right outside the club in full view of the crowd, cutting himself with a razor and has locked himself in. I was like "what are you doing?" And he just ignored me like I made him go batshit insane. Wouldn't respond to anything anyone said or did, and I just said bye and left. Continue acting like a fucking psychopath.

At least I made him use a condom.

It's there a reverse term to "never stick your dick in crazy"?