I met my future killer at a bar (hopefully not actually my future killer) [UPDATE]

I posted this story a while ago on r/relationships, with no luck of finding the guy. I was told to try here, but the post has since been deleted. Here it is:<br><br>**ORIGINAL:**<br><br>I was out drinking. It was a happy night. I got extremely drunk. I went to the bar to get another drink, and there was a guy there who kept chatting me up. He was cute, and I was drunk, and I thought I was in a movie– you know that scene where the girl goes to the bar in a movie with no money, and the guy in front of her says “oh, how sad! I guess you’re completely out of luck now. Unless–” and he pays for her drink. His reward is the girl’s phone number. I’m probably exaggerating this scene, I’ve never actually seen it. Anyway, I was living it. And it was just so … completely out of the ordinary. I don’t go to bars, and I don’t talk to random guys, and I don’t get picked up. I got picked up! Like in the movies! So I gave him my number. <br><br>Then somehow I got home. I have no idea how I got home. I don’t even remember walking out of the bar. I woke up the next day with a *terrible* hangover. It was really bad, and I had no idea what was causing it. I went back in my head trying to remember, and I had no memory of anything from the time I left work the day before. Nothing. I looked at my phone, and I saw that I had a text from a number I didn’t recognize. I opened it, and I saw that it was the guy from the bar. Apparently he’d picked me up, and seen me home. I was grateful, because I had no idea how I would have made it. No idea.<br><br>The guy was really sweet in his texts, and wanted me to go on a second date with him. I agreed, and we made plans. However, when we were texting, I noticed he seemed a little … odd. His spelling was off, and he seemed to say some strange things. I decided to overlook it because I wanted to believe I had met a great guy. <br><br>Our second date was at a restaurant, and it was fine. He seemed nice. I was a little less nervous because I wasn’t drunk, and I was paying more attention to him. He was still saying some odd things, but he was also saying lots of nice things. Maybe he was even a great guy!<br><br>But then he made a remark that scared me. We were talking about my favorite foods, and I mentioned that I don’t like pumpkins because I’m allergic to them. I mentioned I don’t like carrots either because of how they make me feel. He commented “I’ll keep that in mind for when I decide to kill you.”<br><br>I was horrified. We were in a crowded restaurant, so I knew I was safe, but I was horrified. I started to panic. How would I get out of this situation? How would I get away from him? Where should I go? Do I call the police? All these things were going through my head extremely quickly. I stood up and said “excuse me a minute”. I went to the bathroom, and I texted my friend to tell her where I was, and in case anything happened to me. I didn’t think anything would. But I still was very scared, and it was better to be safe than sorry. <br><br>I went back to the table, and I acted completely normally. I didn’t let on that anything had happened. But the rest of the date I was looking for an excuse to get out. This was the last time I would see him. When he walked me home, I didn’t let him in the apartment. He pushed and pushed, but I refused, because I didn’t want to be alone with him. The whole time he was acting completely normally. I never would have guessed by his manner that he was strange at all. But I was still frightened. <br><br>I never texted him back, and eventually he stopped texting me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was so glad to be rid of him. I was grateful for that relief in a way I’ve never felt before. It was such a strong feeling. <br><br>I didn’t even tell my parents about it. I didn’t want them to worry. I didn’t want to give it too much importance. <br><br>But now I’m posting it here because I’m worried. And I want to find out who he was. <br><br>The guy works as a cook in a restaurant. His name is Dale. He lives in Monument, Colorado. He drives a blue car, and he has a knife on him at all times. His favorite food is cheese, and his favorite move is Pulp Fiction. <br><br>**UPDATE:**<br><br>Wow, this blew up! Thanks for all the comments, tips, and advice. I ended up going to the police station, and the guy was really nice. He took all the information I gave him, and he was very helpful. He offered to look up all the restaurants in the area, and was going to contact them to see if they have anyone working for them with the name Dale. He also said if I saw someone threatening me, even if it was just a text message or something, to please come in.