rSlash - r/Topposts I Dated an Actual Psychopath

Episode Date: January 14, 2025

0:00 Intro 0:08 Meltdown 2:01 Bed poo 5:19 Stranger 8:23 Spider 9:34 Cheating 10:41 Comment 11:06 Discovery 14:08 Sawdust Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to r slash top posts where OP possibly averts a nuclear meltdown. Our next reddit post is from Otherwise Gazelle. So I'm a 27 year old woman and I recently went on a Tinder date with a guy who's 32 who works at a nuclear power plant. He seemed interesting over text, but the actual date turned into a complete nightmare. He shows up 45 minutes late, no apology, and just starts bragging about his job as shift leader in the control room. His attitude was really off-putting.

He talks about having power over… Okay. Um, a word that starts with the letter M that is a slur for little people and vermin and by that he means people in general, which was really disturbing. He ranted about how much he hates everyone he sees and how he wants to cause chaos and destruction. I tried to steer the conversation to someone else, but he kept fixating on his job. Then things got really worse.

He starts bragging about knowing how to trigger a reactor core meltdown, laughing about it like it's some kind of joke. I couldn't tell if he was serious, but it totally freaked me out. It seemed like he was getting a kick out of the idea of using his position to cause a catastrophe. I ended the date early, went home, and couldn't stop thinking about what he said. Was he trying to impress me in a sick way, or could he really be dangerous? After a lot of thought, I decided to report him to the FBI.

I figured it's better safe than sorry, right? But now I'm second guessing myself. Some friends think I did the right thing, but others say I should have just ignored it since he was probably joking. I can't shake the feeling that I might have overreacted and potentially ruined someone's career over a bad joke. Yo, this dude heard that women like bad guys, but instead of being kind of edgy and distant, he decides to be a bad boy like Lex Luthor, like a comic book villain.

Nothing turns a girl on quite like nuclear winter! Our next reddit post is from Miss Muse Pigeon. I'm an 18 year old woman and I had just gotten into a relationship with my new sweet boyfriend, who's 20. A little info about me, I have a chronic stomach wound which pops up whenever I'm really stressed. This relationship was very new, so we're both still quite shy. We had just gotten comfortable enough farting in front of each other though, and often made

a joke about it. After a month into our relationship, I had to go to the hospital with my stomach wound, and I was there for a week, and he was super supportive the whole time. When I finally got home from the hospital, my body was so weak. I wasn't allowed to drink or eat anything the whole week because of the tests they had to do. Therefore, my body had pretty much shut down. Nothing had come in, so nothing came out.

I got prescribed some laxatives, which I took. I'd never taken them before, so I didn't know what to expect, but it definitely wasn't this. We were laying in bed, and I was on my side looking at my phone, and he was half sitting up in bed playing RuneScape on his laptop in front of me. I could feel a fart coming. I could feel a fart coming. So I looked up into his eyes with a smirk expression and said, I'm shitting. I meant to say I'm farting but the words came out wrong and so did something else. The moment I said it, the moment I said it, I let it all out. Still with a smirk on my face looking at

looking him right in the eyes. You could hear a wet bubbly sound and I instantly knew what had happened. My smile faded and my face turned to horror. My hand flew down to stop the flow but it was too late. My boyfriend jumped up and ran to the toilet to bring me paper and he helped me clean up while just laughing hysterically. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even say anything. Later when we sat and talked, he told me it was the most intimidating thing he had ever experienced.

The way I looked right into his eyes. He had never felt so dominated in his life. Like a monkey shitting into its hand and throwing it, he said. Needless to say, we got very quickly comfortable with intimate things like that after this. Even though we've broken up since then and it's been a few years, I'm still to this day just as embarrassed. I'm trying to imagine this is so funny to me. I'm trying to imagine this from the guy's perspective. Just imagine it guys. You've been dating this girl for a month. You're laying in bed. You're on your phone browsing Reddit or TikTok or whatever. You look over at your girlfriend, you......you lock eyes with her and she smiles and says,

I'm shitting and then shits the bed. What an absolute power play! Our next Reddit post is from throwawayconverse. I'm a 27 year old guy and I was at the laundromat and for the majority of the time, I was alone. But that's usually expected at 6-7am on a Saturday. The few times that I have company are usually older people, like in their 50s. Then one day I actually get someone coming in who's much younger. Like I'd say in her early 20s. We had a normal pleasant good morning and I made her laugh by asking her, did you just get out of bed? Because she honest to god looked like it.

Her hair was a mess, no makeup, and she was wearing an oversized sleep shirt and pajama bottoms. I know for a lot of guys this would be a turn off, but honestly she looked adorable. I thought she was new in the city, but she told me no, she moved to a better place. She talked about her dog, which I was a little apprehensive about at first. It's a pitbull. But then she started cooing about how much of a huge cuddle bug it is. Like I said, this girl is cute.

I didn't get much info from her. Whenever there was silence, she would look at her phone, but every time I would speak up she'd always engage. I told her, I hope to see you again. After two weeks, we did see each other again. We said our how are yous and then she left after starting the washer. Now as you know, you never leave your clothes unattended at the laundromat. So I was very confused.

But she did come back like a few minutes after the washer finished. I jokingly said, welcome back and she chuckled a little. I pointed her to the sign that says not to leave your clothes unattended. She says it's okay, she just went grocery shopping real quick, and then I said, looking like that? She didn't seem offended, and again, I like how she looked and was just teasing a little. She just shrugged. And then when she started the dryer, she attempted to leave again.

She said that she needed to drop off the groceries at home and walk her dog. I told her she shouldn't make this a habit, but again, she says it should be fine. I told her I'll stay until she comes back just so nobody takes her clothes. She said I don't have to, but honestly, I didn't mind. I eventually got worried because her dryer ended like 30 minutes after she came back. By this time, a few people had come in. I asked her if she was okay. What? She said yeah, but she lost track of time. I assured her nobody took her stuff. She told me, thank you, you didn't have to do that. I told her, I wouldn't mind doing it again,

and see you later. Three weeks went by and I still haven't seen her. I don't know if she went to a different laundromat or she's doing her laundry on a different day or time. And I can't help but wonder if it's because of me. I guess I was hoping that she would feel the same way as I did. Being excited to see me and talk to me. I realize that sounds egocentric, but I honestly thought that I had a good connection. My friends didn't think that I was intimidating, but since I don't know her much, they thought

she probably had some issues. Am I wrong here? Within 30 minutes of meeting this woman, OP is telling this girl how to dress and what she is and isn't allowed to do. And he's like, am I the creep? Huh? What? Our next reddit post is from Mrs. Nance.

My husband and I had just turned the lights off to go to bed and were scrolling quietly on our phones. I had a blanket over my legs and I swore I felt something crawl across my leg. I quickly pulled up the cover and used my phone light to see what it was. A bug that looked like a spider. I started screaming. My husband and I both fly out of bed and turn the lights on. I can barely talk. I'm still screaming. My husband and I both fly out of bed and turn the lights on. I can barely talk. I'm still screaming. We're ripping off the blankets, looking on the sides of

the bed, doing everything to find that mother effer. In my panic and creepy crawling feelings, I pulled my pants down, turned around, and spread my cheeks yelling, check my ass. My husband actually pulled out a flashlight just to make sure there was no spider in my crack. About two minutes later, we see that mother effer crawling again in the middle of the bed, and my husband squashed it with a crock. Needless to say, we changed the bedding and very slowly got back into bed. We still laugh about it to this day.

OP is framing this story as if this is some grand romantic gesture that her husband did when in reality the husband was like, alright, time to really get in there and count those wrinkles. Our next reddit post is from Dishevelled Halfwit. I'm a 25 year old guy and my girlfriend is 26. She confessed to cheating on me last night. So I told her that I've been cheating the whole time we've been together. I had my suspicions that she's been cheating as she's been staying out late and just acting

strange in general. Well, when she made her big announcement, I replied by saying I've been cheating on her for the entirety of our relationship, which isn't true. I told her I've been sleeping with one other woman consistently and this drove her absolutely insane. Like I genuinely thought that she was going to do something rash, like slash my tires or something. But no, she just screamed at me and demanded to know who she was.

She went on to say that she only cheated once and she was completely inebriated when it happened as if that somehow absolves her of any wrongdoing. The audacity. Well, anyways, I broke up with her and threw her out of my house. I then proceeded to invite the boys over for some barbecue. All in all, it was a hilarious experience. I know it's not a crazy story, but I thought it was funny enough to share. Down in the comments, we have this story from a sleep tip.

I did this to my ex-boyfriend, except the cheating story that I gave was way less worse than what he actually did. He came to my house and tried to kill me, and now he's in jail facing two felonies. I've never regretted and felt more guilty about something in my life. So, for those listening at home, your mileage may vary using this technique. Our next reddit post is from East Canary. On Christmas Eve, my brother, my husband and I are across the country from where we live, visiting our grandparents.

It's an over 24 hour drive from where the three of us live. My brother and grandparents just got home from Mass. The three of us are playing Scrabble, and my husband and I are drinking some whiskey, and unbeknownst to us, so is my younger brother. He's acting like he only had one beer and he even plays second in Scrabble. Then he stands up and just collapses into a pile while mumbling unintelligibly. What the hell? My husband and I are trying to get him alert again, but it's no use.

He pissed himself and his eyes are closed. My grandparents are now alert to this. They're not immediately freaking out, but I decide he probably has alcohol poisoning and needs to go to the emergency room. It doesn't matter that it's Christmas Eve. My husband and grandfather load him into the car and then my husband drives ahead to my grandfather and we bring him to the emergency room where he's admitted and it's discovered after two hours of waiting that his blood alcohol content is.34.

Not good at all. We aren't allowed to see him that night and we're thinking we're going to have to pick him up Christmas morning. It's 4am and we're notified that he's been moved to a bigger hospital and that we can see him. We're told that he's been intubated, catheterized, and he's in restraints. None of us have ever heard of this for alcohol poisoning. It turns out that because the doctors noticed that he had a rug burn above his eyebrow from

when he fell, they decided to do a CT scan and found a 2 centimeter tumor in his brain. They do more testing and an MRI and he definitely has a tumor and it needs to be operated on in the next two weeks. They're now advising that he gets the operation done in the state that we live in because it'll take him two months to recover. This tumor would have never been found if he didn't sneak too much whiskey during Scrabble. Our next reddit post is from ReallyBadAtJuggling. Am I the butthole for trying to help my girlfriend without hurting her feelings? I'm a 32 year old guy and I've been in a relationship with my girlfriend who's 24 for almost 3 years now.

When we first got together, she was pretty overweight and struggling with her self-esteem, depression and anxiety. Over time, she started to work on herself both physically and mentally. I've been incredibly proud of her progress and how far she's come. Lately though, I noticed that she's been putting on some weight again and it's been affecting her mental health. She mentioned feeling down about her body image and her struggles with anxiety and depression have resurfaced.

I genuinely care for her and I don't want to see her suffer like this. I thought about talking it out, but I knew that it would just devolve into her asking if I'm still attracted to her. And truthfully, I have lost some attraction over the last month or so, though she does still look amazing for the most part. I thought it would be better to make a more subtle approach, so I've started adding small amounts of sawdust to her food. The idea being that it would help her feel fuller, faster, and encourage her to

eat less without her knowing. I was trying to prevent her from falling back into her previous state of depression and anxiety. Unfortunately, my 30-year-old brother caught me in the act, and he was shocked and angry. He told me I was being manipulative and abusive. Which, okay, a little shady maybe, but ABUSIVE is a serious stretch. Now my brother is giving me an ultimatum. He wants me to tell my girlfriend what I've been doing by the end of the week, or he'll tell her himself. He believes she deserves to know the truth. I think what I've been doing is enough to help her without causing her unnecessary pain by revealing what I've done. She's already lost a few pounds. I told him I'd stop, and I believe that should be sufficient. I don't see the point of telling her and

potentially destroying the progress she's made. My brother thinks that I'm completely in the wrong and that my girlfriend deserves the truth, but I genuinely believe I was doing what I thought was best for her and I don't see it as a malicious act. Am I really the jerk for trying to help my girlfriend in this way or is my brother overreacting? Should I tell my girlfriend what I've been doing or keep it to myself and spare her feelings? I need honest opinions here. Please keep in mind that telling her upfront that she's put on weight could seriously set back her mental health. So kinda interesting fact, this was a real thing that people used to do all the time back in

ye olden days. You would have bakers who wanted to save money and scam their customers, so they would bake sawdust or any other type of filler non-edible material into their bread. That way, they could get more bread per sack of flour and save money. It was scummy then, and it's scummy now. Personally, I think OP belongs in prison. That was our Slash Top post from Reddit, and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.