And to make matters worse, she got really weird and refused to acknowledge how creepy the situation was when I kept indirectly asking her wtf was going on...
Maybe she was being weird because she interpreted your behavior (indirectly asking instead of just coming out with it) as being weird. Just my interpretation, but I'm guessing she probably knows it's not common to have a place like that and was being "weird" because she assumed from the way you were hinting at it that you did not approve.
But anyway, I'm not sure if it counts as a "date" but I'll toss it out here. I've posted about it here before but it's a good fit for the thread ... and I might be getting some of my own details wrong, so I'll try to find my original post on it to see if I can self-corroborate everything.
Anyway, there's this chick I know. She had either been engaged or married to the brother of a guy I had been working with, but hadn't been for ... I dunno how long, but I'm thinking at least a couple months. She wound up working at that same place for a bit, so she hung out with a few of the folks I hung out with from work.
One night ... I don't remember anymore how we wound up hanging out, but I was at her place (a house she shared with her brother) after she'd gotten back from the bar. We're smoking up and watching one of the Friday the 13th movies. Now ... I have no shame in admitting that I have absolutely no game. I don't know how to put the moves on a lady. But somehow I stumbled onto the winning formula and we start messing around.
Eventually we take it from the couch back to her room. And, hrm ... I was about to sidestep the possibly more-interesting aspect of the story, but I'll leave it in. I wound up deciding I just did not want to have sex with this girl. I think it hit me when she said something to the effect that there would be "no strings attached" if we had sex. Don't get me wrong -- to this day I kinda wish I had slept with her (I wouldn't say I regret my decision -- don't feel bad about it or anything), but at the time I just wasn't into the idea of sex with someone who didn't want to get involved with me (and, hey, who knows if maybe we would have started dating after).
Anyway ... I wind up just going downtown, and when she was begging (literally) for the D, I just told her I was nervous and wasn't sure if we should be moving so fast (I wasn't lying, but that wasn't the main reason I didn't want to). We hang out for a bit, little bit of pillow talk, then I cut out. On my way home I decide to hit a gas station and get a Livewire (remember this). Now, this is where my memory is failing me, but doesn't change the ultimate arc of the story. I had either left my wallet or my phone back at her place.
So, I head back. I can't bang on the front door or ring the bell because her brother is asleep, and I think it might have been obvious what had gone on and I don't like to publicize. So I have to crawl behind some bushes to get up next to her window to tap on it. Eventually I get her up, retrieve my property, and I'm on my way. It's at this point I either successfully obtained my Livewire or I went home.
Either way -- after I get home, I go in the bathroom to clean up a bit before crashing out. I don't know how I hadn't noticed at the gas station, but I guess it was dark enough even under street lights in my car to not see the blood on my face and fingers.
I had gone into a gas station at around 3am (give or take an hour) covered in blood, casual as fuck, and the clerk didn't even seem to notice. I was a stoned, half-black (other half korean, if it adds to the story) guy with dreadlocks crawling around in some bushes, with my face and hands covered in blood, at around 3am. The best/worst part is that if some cop(s) had stopped me when crawling around in the bushes, that was before I realized I was covered in blood.
I'm sure hilarity would have ensued. Hilarity and me probably getting shot.