Alright, I have another moral issue.
For some reason this just popped into my mind, and I don't know what to do with it.
When I was seventeen I caught the eye of a man 25 years old. We went on a couple of dates but it seemed things just felt off. I was a punk rock party girl, and he was successful, and well....preppy. He said I reminded him of Alicia Silverstone in Clueless, and I just couldn't get around the fact that he probably had a very skewed perception of me.
Instead I went for a horrible man my own age, who ended up being a complete psychopath, I wont go into details but for a while, I wasn't really in my right mind. Anyway, so this guy, who I kept on as a friend, though I was aware of his attraction to me, decided he wanted to lend me some money to help me out. I was very reluctant about taking the money, but he insisted, he wanted to do something for me, it was disposable income to him, and I should be comfortable taking whatever I needed. It was from his whatever account. Not a big deal.
He gave me his ATM card, and pin number, and then I wasn't going to see him again for a while. Well, like I said I wasn't in my right mind. I went into the account and saw the balance and my jaw dropped. At the same time creepy guy I was with was asking me to borrow money, I kept withdrawing, and even though creepy guy paid me back the money never went back into the bank....I acted like a completely immature seventeen year old, and took twice as much as I had needed.
When I had to break it to the man what happened, I first lied because I was so ashamed and dissapointed in myself, and he became really angry. Cold. Said, "You know they have cameras at ATMs, you're going to work off every last penny." Something like that. I remember being really creeped out by his words feeling like, what kind of man gives an ATM card to a 17 year old party girl, then says she will work it off. And I became angry with HIM.
That was a really bad time though and we kept speaking for a while. Idk, I felt like he tried to buy me. Idk. Anyway one of the last times we spoke, I was wanting to actually spend time with him, and was headed down to see him, half way there, my ex boyfriend the creep called me, and I went to see him instead.
Well, today I remembered this out of the blue. Despite what my feelings were when I was seventeen, I never did get a chance to pay the money back. Suddenly today the man's name popped in my head out of nowhere, and I absolutely hate this memory.
Should I try to find him, and pay the money back, or if not, how do I feel better about this?
