The Interrogation Room With Baggage Prober

I dated a firefighter with a lot of problems. Apparently civil service men are known for this. This guy had no lie, the Louie Vuitton of all baggage, and he carried it along as if he were taking a trip to the other side. He was approaching mid-30s and depressed about where he was in life. Despite his attraction to me, free time, and seemingly overall desire to settle down, he made little to no time and put very little effort in. He made it very clear he did not want to go out on dates, or do anything having to do with spending money. Okay, life is not all about money, I get it, but when you are interested in somebody, you need to go out on a date!!! How do you expect to get to know them or for them to know you are interested?! So eventually I had to what it seems like BEG to go out on a freakin date! So we go somewhere low-key and basically order apps (I don’t want him to think I’m using him for his crazy salary!). So as we are sitting there, he proceeds to ask me ridiculous, interrogating questions, such as “Where do you see yourself in 3 years?” “What do your parents do and what is your relationship like?” “How many relationships have you been in?” I mean this guy was crazy, and the questions were uncomfortable. Have you ever heard of, if you have to ask, you’ll never know? When I wasn’t an immediate open book to all of his deep, provoking questions he instantly got offended. So after this he kept wanting me to take pictures with him?! Needless to say this date was a shitshow. So after all of that, he still wanted to take me to a wedding, which, oh wait, he wanted ME to drive to?! I copped an attitude about it which pretty much set the tone for that night. Then an incident occurred-- we were on the dance floor, and he started acting like an immature fool. He was loud, boisterous, and all over the place, even after I asked him to stop. I immediately left and went to the ladies room because I could not deal. We ended up leaving right away, and that was a silent ride home. Surprisingly, I did see him one or two more times after this (was I out of my mind?!), and the great times kept occurring. He had me park illegally after I desperately attempted to move my car, and I blew out a tire by his place. He was 100% amenable to paying for the ticket since it was his fault. Do you think he actually did? Lets just say never date a grown, bitter man with crazy baggage, and the expectancy that you cater to him 24/7. Lesson learned.