Is It A Cultural Thing, Or A Stupid Thing?

I took a later train to work one day when I was living in Yonkers. A white man about 50 years old and an Asian woman about 35 years old, sat down across from me. Immediately I noticed the body language was that this man was overbearingly controlling, with an ex-military aura, and the woman did not speak much English at all. I listened to their conversation because he spoke loudly, I’m assuming because he thought by speaking louder she would understand his language better. I gathered from the conversation that they had been on 3 dates. THREE DATES.
All of a sudden I hear, “So, I think it would be a good idea for you to move in with me.”
Her reply: “Mhmm.” (This is her way of semi-agreeing, because one, she can’t speak English, and two, she doesn’t know any better.)
“How much stuff do you have to move?” He asks.
“I have a desk. I have clothes, and some little furniture.”
“Well, I don’t know if you’re going to be able to bring any of that. My place is small, and all of my stuff is staying where it is. So you’ll have to put it in storage or give it away, and just bring some suitcases with your clothes.”
“Mhmm.”
“Are you happy to be moving in with me?” (As he moves closer and closer to her, as though he’s literally breathing down her neck, giving her no option but to say yes.)“Mhmm. But my family won’t allow me.”
“Well, you want to don’t you? I mean, this is what you want.” (He’s now telling her, not asking.) “Your family can’t tell you not to. You’re a grown woman. You can do whatever you want. You go tell you family that you’re an adult, and that you make your own decisions. They can’t stop you!”
“Mhmm. I guess.”
“What do you mean you guess? Of course you can.”
She shyly nods.
It was impossible to not pay attention to their conversation at this point. He cunningly crowded over her as though there was no escape. He just kept talking and talking, and she just sat there, smiled and nodded.
He subtly suggested, “So you go home right now, pack your stuff and you can come back later this week and bring your stuff to my home. You’ll like it there. I will help you unpack.”
“But what if my family doesn’t let me?”
“Then you just tell them you are going anyway.”
I started to become dumbfounded how anyone could be so stupid. I realized that this woman was from a very different culture and that she spoke little English, but even so, how can somebody be so dumb? They had only been on 3 dates! And wait, it gets better. He then asks her, “Do you have an American driver’s license or I.D.? Can I see it? I want to get your address so that I know how to find you if I need to.”
She hands to him her I.D. He takes a look and says, “How do you say your name?”
Wait, let me get this straight. He asked her to move in with him, but he doesn’t know her name?! They start going back and forth saying her name, him pronouncing it incorrectly and her repeating it correctly over and over again.
He then pulls out a notepad from his briefcase, puts his CVS Pharmacy reading glasses on, and begins writing down all the information on her I.D. And she just let him! This woman’s IQ was dropping by the minute.
He finishes writing down all of her personal information, returns her I.D., and stuffs the notepad in his briefcase. The train stops, and of course, he doesn’t let her get up and leave because he just wants to keep talking, even though it’s evident that she does not understand anything he is saying.
I immediately thought if there is a missing Asian woman on tonight’s evening news, I know who did it.