Hi, my name is Cindy and this is my weird dating story.
When this story unfolded, I was working as a clerk in a 7-11 store just outside of Boston. A regular customer of mine had been asking me to go out for months and he seemed nice enough so finally I gave in. I had actually met him before I started at the store. We had communicated briefly by chat online for a bit. Being careful, I decided to meet him someplace rather than have him pick me up at home. First dates are always tricky and I like to be able to depend only on myself for transportation. We met at a restaurant and decided to eat out on the patio. Here is where he got a little odd…. first he gives me a a little box of chocolates the brand name was Cindy (my name is Cindy so I thought at first that it was a cute gesture) then he asks me to eat one or two in a strange creepy way. As we waited for the entree to arrive, he made a game of feeding me chocolates while I struck up sultry and sexy poses. For every new pose, I got a chocolate. Then finally he gets me to start to be sultry and sexy while I am eating the chocolates. We got through our appetizers, and started on the entrees. I was starting to feel a bit giddy and was wondering about that because I had barely sipped my wine, but I just put it down to that anyway. He was looking at me a bit strangely, and I was starting to get self conscious. I was thinking that maybe I had something on my teeth or something, but when I asked him he just laughed it off.
When I had first sipped my wine, I thought it tasted great, but I noticed that it seemed to be tasting off the more I drank it.
About half way through the entree I was truly getting creeped out and decide to go to the bathroom to call a friend of mine for some helpful advice. My friend thought it was hilarious and told me just to be careful and not go anywhere alone with him, but to get a free meal out of the deal. So I returned to the table and he gives me another chocolate. Hey, I was young and did not know from up! So I went along and tried to laugh along with him. Since I had never been in a similar situation before, I just wrote it all off to 'gaining experiences for the next time' and keep being nice.
I was feeling a bit shaky about everything, and I nervously took a drink of my wine, that turned into more of a large gulp. Immediately I noticed it tasted a lot different, and glancing over at him as casually as I could after drinking it. I could tell immediately that he had put something in it. I decided it wasn't so fun anymore. I sat there a bit thinking about what to do. I did not want to tip him off at all. I decided that it would be best to pretend to take a few more sips, so I did so. After about a half hour of stalling and making small talk, I laughingly told him that the wine must be getting to me because I had to go to the washroom again.
I found our waiter, and took him aside telling him the situation, and asked if there was a back door to the place. I needed to get out of there now! He had another waiter escort me out the back door to my car while he went back to my table to keep my date distracted. I quickly hauled my butt to my friends house. Luckily she only lived a few blocks away because by the time I got there I was ready to pass out. So we both listened to music while I convinced her that I did not need to see a doctor. Eventually I must have fallen asleep. I woke up with a clear head, and that got me shaking as I realized what a close call I had. I figured that he had spiked the chocolates and my wine with a date rape drug or something equivalent.
Looking back on it, I regretted not calling the police from the restaurant to keep this freak from doing the same thing to another innocent girl, but I was young and foolish and didn’t think about that. I could only think about getting out of there ASAP. The security guards at the mall where I work were friends of mine so I let them know about this creep and showed them his online picture. For the next few months one of them were always near or in the store and always walked me to my car after work. To my intense relief, I never saw hide nor hair of him again.
It took me a while to realize my original mistake. I had put too much information on my dating profile, including my place of work. What a moron I was! That night could have been so much more nasty than it was. I thank God that my mother had warned me about all the nuts and lunatics out there and I at least took sensible precautions when I was on a date.
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