Wow, Hells: what a fucking turd. Sorry it happened to you.
I have an excellent track record on Manhunt, but know that not everyone does. My limited experience with Craig's List, looking for a roommate, worked out so poorly I was gone in fewer than six months
Once upon a lifetime ago, I answered a personal ad placed in the Boston Phoenix (similar to the Village Voice in content) for a reason I've never really understood: I'd always had great luck in bars. Anyway, the guy who placed the ad was an intense, moody but very intelligent and sexy guy who went by the name of Raven. As Raven and I were sorta neighbors (lived about 1/2 mile apart in Dorchester), we saw each other maybe five or six times.
From the moment I met him, I knew something was off about Raven. Despite what he said in his ad, he wasn't looking for companionship or sex, but there was something compelling that had me follow up anyway. I soon learned that he was part of a weird cult thing called
The Church of Euthanasia, which I'd always taken to be some sick joke: it turns out that, for him at least, it was
a serious thing. We'd occasionally eat a dinner I'd prepare or just hang out; he loved to talk (and talk and talk). It was like watching a train wreck in slo-mo: you wanted to turn away but somehow couldn't.
During our last encounter, he went berserk in my kitchen, playing some delusional and very paranoid six-degree-of-separation thing combining numerology, demonology and political events. His rants got louder and more frenzied, and I couldn't seem to get him to stop. I slowly, carefully ushered him out the door, up the steps and outside, claiming I needed some air. Once he stepped on to the stoop, I slammed and double-locked the door.
