As soon as we were out of the church parking lot and on the road, he started telling me how he hated all the stuck-up women in this group who never wanted to date him. He started putting them down as being, variously, "too fat," "not as smart as she thinks," "skanky-looking," "hypocrites," etc, and why couldn't any of them see what a catch he would be, who was physically at his prime, well-educated, dazzling career ahead of him. Meanwhile his eyes were glaring and his face bunched up like a fist.
Oh, and he mentioned he had a gun and was an excellent shot.
I was never more eager to get out of a car.
Never heard anything more about him, never encountered him again in my life. But I am a tad irritated at the other women in this group, who --- it turns out --- knew about him but didn't warn me.
Sounds like you had a ride in “Christine” with Arnold Cunningham.
Or, kind-a like this, in a way, sort of: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGPcSd7DDLk