I’m not the kind of guy who “you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley.” Mostly because If you’re hanging out in dark alleys, you’re probably looking for trouble, and that’s just not me.
I’m a pretty easygoing dude, you know?
But honestly, if I did stumble across an attractive woman in a dark alley for some reason, I think I’d still chase her.
I wouldn’t harm her or assault her or anything; I’m not a monster. But I would absolutely pursue her menacingly, If only to keep up the whole ‘dark alley’ mystique. Although, come to think of it, this would probably be just like your pet dog chasing down a cat: Yes, it’s all intense and terrifying while it lasts, but I wouldn’t have the first clue what to do once I caught her.
She’d be cornered – cowering in fear, a cold sweat just breaking across her neck – and as I advanced on her prone frame, my darkened face slowly becoming clear in the dim half-light, my broken, strangled voice would harshly croak out: “So uh…come here often?”