Center City Match.com Rapist Also Bad At, As It Turns Out, Dating
From yesterday’s tesimony:
He was “telling me to keep it down, that he had neighbors,” the New Jersey woman, now 36, told a Common Pleas jury. “He was very angry. He was yelling.”
OK, well, maybe that was a sore spot for some reason. But what about this?
She then sensed herself having sex with him. They were naked.
She agreed that she apparently “called him somebody else’s name,” she testified, because he yelled at her: “How would you like it if I called you Jessica? How would you like it if I called you someone else’s name?”
Look, man: Roofie Love is all about accepting what is out there. You take what you can get. Er, obviously.
They also separately told the jury that they discovered money missing from their wallets in the morning after their dates. It was the first time the jury heard anything about missing cash.
Aren’t you supposed to be a Doctor or something?
They met at Fado, 15th and Locust streets, where she had three beers. She said she believed that she used the restroom once, leaving behind her beer.
They then went to the Irish pub, Tir Na Nog, where she ordered white wine, then went to the restroom. Afterward, she recalled “bits and pieces” of the night, she said.
Note to self: Get intern to compile “Irish Bar Date Rape Map” later today.
One thing about his apartment, she said, was he had “the cleanest bathroom I’d ever seen. It was just clinical.”
Finally! Score one for the Match.com McRaper.
“He again was upset with me,” she testified, adding that Marsalis allegedly said, “Christ . . . now I have to walk with you to a f—— MAC machine.”
After she took out $60 from an ATM, Marsalis allegedly told her the “alcohol bill was quite expensive,” and “it would be good if I paid my share,” she testified. She paid $20 for parking, she said, and “gave him $40.”
Oh dude. What’s done is done. What is worse form? Roofie-ing these poor girls or making them pick up the tab the next day? And no, “What was I supposed to do, I was at Fado” is NOT a good excuse.
DN: The Luck Of The Irish
May 30th, 2007 at 9:51 am
Cracking jokes about rape is not usually what one would consider “funny,” or “in good taste.” This post is fucked up.