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my favorite hobby, just dancing and having fun
on May 9, 2015
I was nearly a victim of this monster back in the 1980's and newly divorced. I had a rule about going out to bars/clubs dancing and that rule was to always bring a friend. This particular Saturday night all of my friends had plans, my kids were with their father, and it was Saturday night. I had no plans to do a lot of drinking since I would be driving myself home, but I wanted to dance, so I broke my rule and went to that bar, same as one of the victim's, I ordered a glass of champagne and the man seated next to me at the bar paid for it or I should say I allowed him to pay for it. I never believed I had any obligation to someone for buying me a drink, never. So I accepted the drink and he and I got up and were dancing, my favorite hobby, just dancing and having fun. After dancing through a few songs, we both went back to our places at the bar and drank, me my glass of champagne, him I believe it was a beer. We spoke, but mostly it was him doing the talking, and I was getting bored, big mistake. But it saved my life. I saw a very handsome man across the bar that I wanted to dance with, so I told Ned (I never knew his name, but I'll never forget what he did)I saw someone that I wanted to go ask to dance with me. This monster became to enraged by what I had just said, he stomped his feet, and was so angry at me, after all he bought me my drink. That's what he said to me, After I bought you that drink. I got chills down my spine from his reaction but I'm so glad I walked away and went over to the man I saw across the bar and asked him if he'd like to dance with me. Now I broke my rule #2 that night which really goes hand in hand with rule #1, but fortunately I only had 2 drinks the whole night so I wasn't drunk. I thought I had chemistry with the second man I danced with, he was just my type. But so was Ned at first glance. When I left the dance floor I saw that my drink had been removed from the bar, and this second guy bought me another glass of champagne. Only this time he and I talked to each other and I didn't lose interest, it actually increased. I told him what had happened with that other guy, who I didn't see again, maybe because I wasn't looking or maybe he left in his rage and it was a rage. This man walked me to my car and we met up at a local diner for breakfast. This man and I were a couple from that day forward, we fell in love, no harm no foul. One night I had my tv on but I wasn't actually watching the show, I was doing something else but I was listening. The story caught my attention when they named the bar, that bar from so long ago. So I rewound to the beginning of this show and gasped in horror, I wanted to vomit, I wanted to jump out a window, I wanted to run away, but I sat on my couch and watched, it was any single woman's worst nightmare, believe me, to be watching a show that's telling a story, a story that I would have been a part of had I not left that raging man at the bar that night to dance with someone else. The man I saw from 1986 looked like a Monster to me now, a true boogeyman monster. That was the man who bought me that glass of champagne, whom I danced with, and believed I owed him something more. When he didn't get it he made that big scene, stomping his feet, yelling at me, and I believe to the core of my bones I would have died that night had I had more interest in him. Fortunately and only by sheer luck I made a very wise decision. Even 30 years later I'll never forget the guy who stomped his feet, but I had totally forgotten him personally until I watched the show of this murderous monster. I can't read this book, although I want to, but more importantly I wish Michael Phelps and I had spoken face to face so I could tell him about my own scary night when I face Ned Snelgrove.