Honestly, we had talked several times on the phone and we got along pretty well. I had gone through a break up and so we talked about starting off the new year doing something "out of the ordinary" and decided that meeting someone from a message board would be fun. He seemed "normal" enough so I thought "why not?". I had given a couple of friends all the information about our plans in case I turned up missing. Clearly in hindsight, I was foolish for thinking it was a good idea. And clearly he freaked the fuck out so he canceled. What can I say?.... I was trusting and feeling adventurous. Not my brightest of ideas....
No way. You're fucking with us, right? Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my (and a billion other people's) nightmare. That's sick.
I recall him hitting on you all the time, but I was never sure if he was serious or just messing around.
I threw on an old shirt with the sleeves cut off to sleep in tonight. I've never felt freer. Where are the scissors? I'm cutting off all the sleeves.
Want to feel even free-er? Go to sleep without a shirt on. Then throw all your shirts away! And all your pants.
Is throwing my clothes away a requirement? I feel like I'd get some funny looks at work tomorrow if I did that.