9 True Scary Hinge Dating App StoriesApr 21, 2023
Two summers ago I downloaded the
hinge. I heard from friends that it was one of the best platforms for lgbt people to find dates, so being a lesbian I decided to give it a try. I found it was as good as my Friends mentioned that little prompts really give you an idea of what people are like before you connect with them. I hate to sound like this horror story is sponsored by the legends of
hingeand gang shadows or something, but it was really refreshing to find the quotes. app that seemed to focus a lot more on personality than just a person's looks anyway i'm just flipping through profiles sending weird messages here and there when i come across the profile of a girl named amy amy was hotter than hot she was literally my kind of dyed hair too cropped tattoos on the sleeves but a painfully adorable little face with these big bright green eyes on top of that her job title said motorcycle mechanic and there were legit pictures of her working on old harleys and other stuff which again i thought they were the best.
I double tapped on the picture of her working on the bike and texted like this is great and then just hoped and prayed that I would get back in touch. It couldn't have been 20 minutes before she got a message. little alert saying amy has invited you to start the conversation or something im thinking no way is this a real profile sometimes it can take literally weeks for a girl to match you and here was amy contacting me after less than an hour i had my doubts to put it that way, but doubts that were quickly dispelled when she turned out to be charming, witty and very intelligent.
We didn't always agree on certain issues, but the fact that it seemed reasonable and opened up a compromise. she was like the polar opposite of a red flag she was like a blue flag or something it screamed potential wife material here and as much as i tried not to overdo it all i was really excited to meet her to see if we had that much chemistry in person so we set up a meeting at a nice and public local coffee shop for the first time we are on telegram right now too so she was able to send me a picture of the outfit she was planning to wear just so I could recognize her and oh my gosh she looked gorgeous I didn't think that I might get more nervous than I already was but when I saw her in that flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up her tattoos were showing I swear I felt my blood pressure go up five points anyway I took a couple of deep breaths perked up to meet her then i left my apartment and headed to the coffee shop anyone who has been on a first date for the first time in a long time will tell you how stressful it can be to be standing there or sitting trying to look cool and at the same time being nervous while looking any sign of your date, so that's the kind of frame of mind i'm in as i'm standing outside the diner stewing in my own anxiety for 10 minutes, then 15, then 20. when i had been waiting for half an hour, I was beginning to worry a little.
Amy had mentioned that the traffic was terrible, so I thought I might be a few minutes late, but a whole half hour late, I started to think I was being stood up. I texted Amy asking her how far away she was from her. It took her a few minutes to see the message, but unlike her usual responses, it took her a few minutes to type. she doesn't send me anything i thought it might be because she is driving so i decide to call her in case its more convenient for her to talk that way but again no answer im trying my best not to panic telling myself it's ok she's just busy don't be scared but i think deep down i knew it was all too good to be
truewe'd hit it off too fast she'd been too nice i mean she was objectively out of it my reach. but she didn't make what came next any easier to handle.
I'm practically looking at our messages all over my phone praying that she calls me or has Amy text something so that she can at least know that she's still there. then, thank goodness, i see that little writing notification and i feel a sheer wave of relief wash over me expecting her message to say something like oh my gosh i'm so sorry i'm late but it didn't say that. he said something completely different and although I can't remember exactly what the message said as I didn't exactly keep it in my inbox for very long it said something like this ok I think this has gone on long enough and I have to come clean i'm not a lesbian i'm not even a girl i'm sorry i cheated on you i thought you were hot and i wanted to see you in person in person what did they mean in person what followed was the most horrible moment of revelation i have ever experienced not only that amy wasn't real or at least not the person I thought I was talking to, but rather the psycho who got off on bothering lesbians was actually there somewhere not far away looking at me.
He gave me goosebumps. I was angry. upset confused but the feeling that seemed to override all the others was fear the sheer terror of being seen by someone or something you can't see in turn i start pacing trying to find the chills looking at me but no one seemed to be looking or if they were they were, they were certainly doing a great job of hiding it at the time and I'm not even sure what made me do this, but I started to look up now, the cafe I was standing outside was surrounded by tall buildings, possibly the reason why my instincts were screaming like up up I must have looked like I was losing my mind spinning like a top with this terrified look on my face but suddenly I saw him standing about five
storiesup and a big open window was the figure of a man, he was so tall I couldn't make out his face, but he was definitely holding something in his hand and I'd be willing to bet my left arm it was a fucking cell phone, I guess most of the time. the units were apartments and they all had those big glass windows but he was the only person i could see up there, sure he looked like he was looking at me but i mean i wasn't sure he was looking at me at the moment.
Just when I thought I might be imagining things and no one was actually looking at me, just the sick troll who had tricked me into a fake date, waved, the guy raised his hand and gave it this slow theatrical gesture to make it perfectly clear that he was looking at me, i swear to god i almost threw up right there and then had this horrible combination of nausea and numbness and never felt like i was about to pass out in my entire life but i feel like i was close at that moment. my head was spinning with this how this can't be happening how can it be so dumb no one would ever like it that good of course it's a catfish you're so stupid stupid stupid stupid all I could do was walk away with legs like jelly wondering if I was going to scream or cry first i never felt so violated before not without an actual crime being committed i had no choice but to report the catfish account and no matter how upset i was it wasn't like i could get the police to arrest anyone for that so yeah i walked back to my apartment in a daze fell under my mattress and just cried into a pillow for half an hour straight seriously it was one of the worst days of my entire life and it put me off off
datingapps for almost two whole years even now i have to apologize when i talk to girls because i know i sound too paranoid asking for video dates or whatever i guess i'm lucky and i can blame covid but honestly i don't care How paranoid or overly cautious I may seem after what I went through, I can assure you that you can never be too careful when it comes to meeting strangers on the internet after about a year of using the dating app hinge.
I worked with practically all the girls there. I'm not saying I was very successful, but since my preferences were a bit limited, there weren't as many potential matches for me. I checked hinge from time to time to see if there was a new one. faces but the vast majority were girls i had seen before i had deleted their accounts before making new ones and the actual new faces just didn't seem to work for me, that's when coraline showed up in my discover section, her name didn't actually it was Coraline. but since this story gets a bit personal, I'm going to change some names to protect the innocent from time to time.
I saw a hinged girl who had caused an audible astonishment for me. Risk of sounding a bit ignorant when I first saw her I thought she might be half Asian or something, but it turned out that she had some indigenous Mexican blood and her grandmother was from the native Nawa tribe, the point was that she had this. The unusual yet undeniably attractive look about her and with her shoulder length dyed hair instantly captivated me but when I scrolled down I saw one of her prompts which said you should know that I was in a car accident and have some neurological disabilities and as a result, the scar came out of left field for me and I found myself confronted with what I assume is my own bias.
I was so willing to ask this girl out, but I honestly hesitated when I read about me and her disabilities. I mean why is she beautiful, smart, obviously, super active if half of her photos are climbing in workout gear and from what I could tell the fact that she continued to date after an accident like that made her extremely brave. from where I'm standing, honestly. i'm not sure i have the same kind of balls to bounce back from something that almost killed me that's what made the idea of moving on to a girl i would normally swoon over just because she had some deformities i think it's a one move bit of a jerk of me im sure y'all agree so i messaged him and did what i usually do and just hope for the best after a few days later we bumped into each other and the fact that he was so euphoric told me how much it mattered to me that she had some differences.
She was excited to speak with a charismatic, courageous and beautiful young woman whose attitude towards her own adversity was downright inspiring to me. At first we talked about literature and travel and at the end the time she used the word petriker in a sentence petriker is the earthy smell that comes when rain falls on dry ground I was practically throwing my phone number at her and luckily for me she i was really interested in continuing the conversation sending texts and voice notes it soon became arranging a first date we met for coffee and donuts one rainy afternoon solving all the world's problems in the course of a three hour conversation i didn't even try After broaching the subject of her accident I thought she would talk about it if or when she was ready but like she said she had this fail fast policy and if she couldn't deal with her disabilities there was no point looking for anything she showed me some of the scars on the hairline and some of the scars on it. shoulder as well, the accident had left her unable to raise her left arm above shoulder height, but perhaps what had the biggest impact on her life were the night terrors that Coral mentioned about how she had managed to control her panic attacks with therapy and medications, but that residual fear seemed to have been entrusted to the night.
He said that it was one of the biggest things that kept him from dating again after the accident and that he often worried about having a night terror attack after being intimate with someone, I'll be honest, that worried me a bit too, not so much because it would scare me. something completely against my instincts and I waited like two months to try and close the deal, so to speak, I waited until I was completely sure that she was comfortable with me sleeping in the same bed and all that and only then did I invite her to my place to take the next step i promise i won't go into unnecessary detail but it was wonderful and even with the scar she hated so much it was beautiful and as we fell asleep in each other's arms i began to wonder what i was so worried about First of all, I wake up in the middle of the night and I turn around to check my phone and it's around 3 am.
I step back to try to spoon the coral around a bit and find that there's no one there. I assumed she was just in the bathroom or whatever. I have a private bathroom, but there are no lights on and no noise. I check the floor by the bed where she dumped some of her clothes and they're gone and only then, in my half-asleep, half-drunk state, do I realize she's gone while I was sleeping I mean it never hurt a girl got up and he left in the middle of the night it was like that but before i even had time to process it i heard my apartment front door rattling so a little side note i live in this really terrible brooklyn apartment at the time the one that the doorit wouldn't stay locked unless you actually locked it from the inside, unlike other places where that kind of sound would indicate someone was outside wanting to get in, I realized it might as well be a coral making noise as it tried to get out, I didn't think that i was having a night terror or like some kind of episode i have no idea what to do about anything and i'm still half asleep and incredibly confused so it was quite nervously and cautiously that i walked around my room and into the main hallway to see what I had continued with that door and as I gathered in the final moments before leaving my room, it was indeed Coral trying to get out of my apartment, probably confused and scared as to why the door was closed, I was sure it would.
He mentioned something about her and that my keys lived in a little case by the door that looked like a little cuckoo clock that you wouldn't know could be opened unless someone told you, but coming home a little tipsy after our meal It could have meant that I completely forgot huh Coral, are you okay? I asked him, he just turned to look at me and it was only then that I realized he had a corkscrew in his hand and he was holding it almost like a pair of brass knuckles with a screw protruding from between his fingers that Is that you?
She yells at me why is the door closed? Let me out of here before I call the police. I realized at that point that I was having some kind of episode. He had had a night terror. She forgot where she was or something. freaking out was
scaryfor sure but at least i knew what was going on and after talking about it a bit i knew exactly what i had to do coraline it's me you came here after some food we slept together you're safe i promise i'm sorry by my door, I have to close it like this, but you're free to go if you want, you just need to calm down, but please, I tried to get it all out at once while staying calm enough to bring her. from the edge open the door before I kill you having someone lunge at you with a corkscrew is intimidating it really doesn't matter if you're six foot two nothing incredibly skinny but having someone lunge at you with a corkscrew when you're stark naked that's it its real
scarylet me tell you coraline i started talking very very slow i cant open the door without the key i need to get the key thats when she reaches even closer and pushes the sharp point of the corkscrew into my neck not hard enough to poke me throat, but oh my god, one more pinch of force and he would have been dripping blood like a Kill Bill henchman.
There came a time when I was sure she was about to plunge that piece of cold steel into my neck. She took this sharp breath and flexed her arm. I don't know, it's hard to describe, but I remember my heart pounding in my chest as I thought the next thing I was going to do was rush to call 9-1. -1 but just when it looks like she's about to stab me with a fucking corkscrew she relents and I can see this look in her eyes as she and this is the best way I can describe it wakes up she sees the corkscrew in me and just drops it recoiling as if she was horrified by what she was doing, she stares into my eyes and stutters uh sorry sorry, and then her speech just degenerated into silent, gasping tears, my heart absolutely breaking for her. at that point the biggest thing i feared about dating again had happened, it was probably worse than any of us had imagined it would be, it was just dawn when he calmed down and as much as i insisted i was free to go i wanted him to to stay wanted to support her hated the idea of making her feel like he was taking care of her or whatever but at the same time he just wanted to protect her and help her so much it wasn't the healthiest of inclinations when it comes to relationships but it is what it is I guess that i would like to give you some kind of super happy ending here too, but my relationship with coral didn't last, i just didn't feel like i was ready to date yet and i was in a rush. it had made her feel worse than ever that it sucked to hear it sucked hard and as that silly old cliché says if you love something let it go I still think of her from time to time and hope she's doing much better than she was and koro if by any chance you're reading this and you know it's about you i love you and i forgive you i ended up hooking up with this girl on hinge and don't ask me how but the topic of conversation ended up being piercings she had a lot of visible piercings and apparently not visible and after i mentioned considering a nose piercing a while ago we wondered why i didn't get one, i was honest i told him to put it off and put it off. because i was afraid it would hurt but the more i put it off the less i wanted it if that makes sense until in the end i wasn't so worried about doing it she playfully takes umbrage at this call me kinda baby and saying we should go on a date to drill together, I told him that we should probably wait until at least the third date to become full dads, a joke, obviously, and the conversation then turned to other topics.
Cut to our first date, everything went well. well we had beer and wings we hit it off and then she says she has a surprise for me. I am very happy with the idea. I couldn't guess what it was, but if she had brought me a present or something. I thought of a cool place to take me I thought that was pretty thoughtful anyway I ask her what it is and she says she can't show me at the wings place I have to wait until we get out something mysterious right and that just adds to the anticipation build and build until we finally got out and i'm incredibly excited to see what he's got in store for me so like i said he had a lot of piercings and he was like a punk girl in general there was a little bit of context to the fact that he had this jean jacket cut with three or four safety pins going through one of the necks, she takes one of the safety pins and undoes it and before I could ask her what she was thinking, she rams the blade of it through both, I repeat both nostrils, look, it doesn't hurt on Absolutely, he said as all this blood starts dripping from his nostrils and down to his lips, now you have no excuse not to, no matter how much I insisted on this.
The girl was determined to pierce at least one of my nostrils and went from being a frisky haha no thanks to me physically resisting her and eventually telling her to get away from me as you can imagine this caused a great scene as it looked legit. they punched her in the mouth and now we're having a yelling match just as she yells what's her problem. her now let me make it clear even when i'm trying to stop this girl from shoving a piece of metal in my face i had no physical contact with her at all the most i did was grab her wrist and keep her away from me because even if i was just kidding, all it would take after a few beers would be a slip or a trip or why am i justifying this?
Anyway, this little crowd started to form and most of the people are worried about the girl if she needs to call 9-1-1 to call her mouth, useful stuff, not accusatory stuff, but on the other hand, There's some guys surrounding me like did you just get your hands on him? bro i think you're hard on flirting with a lady like that for all that kind of thing, i obviously reply by telling them it's none of their business but as soon as the words left my lips i realized that although it wasn't their business incumbency. business and it wasn't what they thought it was, anyway mind your own business just confirm that I was a woman who hit after, but worse when it became clear what they accused me of, the girl had felt so offended by my penetrating rejection. that she did absolutely nothing to reassure anyone that she hadn't hit her the last thing i did before i had to run away the whole scene was look at her like you really were like that it turns out she was because what else would she do? you want to call a girl who turns a perfectly nice date into a potential lynch mob in the space of about 10 minutes if those guys had caught up with me or if they weren't as drunk or as athletic as me. the time i probably would have had my head banged on the sidewalk and there's a decent chance i don't have the brain function to write this so be careful what kind of people you run into from dating apps i think a one of the coolest things being promoted with them is the whole day of the video being introduced during this whole pandemic thing i mean not so much because they are corona compliant or whatever else because i feel like you have a much better idea of someone's personality that way and if I had done that with the piercing girl and had an idea of how intense she was, I might not have been so quick to take her out and taking her out not only led to the worst date I've ever been on but also one of the scariest nights of my entire life once i was on a date with the guy on the hinge who right in the middle said he had to stop at his apartment because he forgot his wallet this is how we are inexplicably moving from one coffee shop to another who happened to be on the same route as his apartment, he asked me if I wanted to come in in case I was looking for a while and since he's been perfectly nice and non-threatening, so So far, I didn't see any reason not to, just when we walk into his tv room he ends up pulling me onto his beanbag and trying to make out with me he didn't do it in a super aggressive way as much as he was trying to be sexy he wasn't when i called him he said he was just playing but i was so turned off by that point i ended up getting up and walking home a few minutes later they texted me a couple times trying to apologize and reassure me it was a joke but i don't know it was so disgusting i just I couldn't get over it.
Fast forward to a year later and I read on the local news site that he was arrested on suspicion of kidnapping and assaulting a woman after the woman he had been on a date with complained to the police that he had held her in against her will apparently when she tried to leave he held her captive in his apartment and beat her and assaulted her she could have faced life in prison but after only six years in prison she could get out this year if probation goes well six years he should be in prison for the rest of his life and sometimes i wonder how close i came to being the one tied up in his basement i met this guy in hinge we exchanged numbers texted a lot and thought why not go to a date well there were a lot of things he didn't mention like his extreme tourette every sentence had a random swear word thrown in and he constantly interrupted me as i stepped aside because i've met a lot of people with the syndrome before his height he was almost a foot shorter than his profile said he was a little over six foot but I'm 5'7 and taller than him and of course he forgot to mention the six other girls he was in a relationship with .
Initially, he was unsettled by how much he didn't mention, but it got worse. He took me to a huge antique store. We both love old things. it was basically the creepiest store I've ever been in, it was dimly lit with all kinds of creepy dolls lining the walls, it's not my kind of antique store so we're walking around with it yelling random swear words and I just want to go to home, he kept grabbing my shoulder, cupping the shoulder and squeezing hard, then he would run his hand down my back and grab my butt. me against the wall so i end up on my hands and knees i'm a bit in shock now he closes the door he pulls down his pants and shoves his crap in my face when i didn't follow his request he grabbed my jaw and even tried to open me He puts a finger in his mouth and I take the opportunity to bite him I scare him yelling what's wrong and I get up I slap him and get out as soon as possible I'm crying as I run out of the store and the merchant stops me and asks me what's wrong.
I explain what just happened and he looked up to see my date chasing me. Even in all the trauma I guess some things work out in the end, I love telling the story, I mean it's creepy but it's also morbidly fascinating. migraines with aura i usually vomit from the pain sometimes it's hard to see because the light sources have big halos and everything seems to glow everything is disgusting about two years ago im excitedly preparing for a swing date and starting to feel like migraine coming on its like 45 minutes from the time we establish this guy has been super nice in chat he has this cute hipster friend holly look and i swear if someone ever told me sorry i have a headache head less than an hour before a first date, I would. i delete his number so obviously i have to go sometimes i can avoid my migraines with caffeine and we're going to a thai place so i rush to finish getting dressed for the date and head to the restaurant because i've decided thatthe solution is to get there early drink a thai iced coffee to load up on caffeine and get rid of this migraine before he shows up doesn't work the guy shows up i keep casually kind of resting my head on my hand while we talk so i can press against my temple with my fingers alone I'm giving one word responses and positive noises that's my whole part of the conversation at two separate points I leave the table and go throw up in the restaurant bathroom then come back pretending nothing happened I would like to say I'm just an actress amazing, but i'm not.
They call me instantly when I show up to work hungover. Also let me reiterate that I wasn't speaking in complete sentences throughout dinner, so this guy was like on a date with a corpse who had such a crush on me that he kissed me outside the restaurant and I walked away pretending to be shy I had vomit in my mouth. i said something about him being nice and he went home to die the guy spent three straight weeks trying to talk me into it i went out with him again he was so into this corpse woman he went on a date.
I didn't share thoughts, no personal anecdotes I didn't do anything the whole date I just nodded weekly and he was really interested in who I am when I don't have a physical disability what one would call abroad in the positive sense I cuss and talk a lot of crap and i dont take anything from anyone and i have thought of everything in the world this guy would hate myself and to be honest i think the fact that he apparently wanted to date someone with no opinions of his own is probably the reason why who is single after dating this art student. we hit it off and set up a first date which definitely wasn't the best I've ever been on but it wasn't bad either and even though I was looking forward to seeing her again I didn't think she'd text me again but then to The next night, he texts me that he just happened to be at a bar in my neighborhood and asked if I wanted to be in a relationship or something, why not? place that could be a great night out and at first i was so glad i went we had considerably more chemistry than the night before she seemed open and talkative and really flirty and i thought maybe she'd like to open up or something maybe she talked it over with a friend and i decided yes i think i like that guy i mean it too we really had a great time none of the social awkwardness or shyness just pure chemistry then right at closing time he says to me i think that we should go back to your house and he gave me this look that made me blush so hard he could literally feel it.
I had no idea what I was doing right, but having decided not to think about it too much, I just got an uber and it took us back to my house the whole time. The taxi ride back is the same deal. We're a little drunk, but we both have it together. The Uber driver has a song that he likes. She asks him to turn up the volume. Sure, but I still have good vibes, but when right as we get to my apartment, each of us thanks the driver I remember seeing as he opens the door and then just sticks his face out and wipes himself on the concrete, I thought she might she may have been badly hurt at first but thank god she only had a little swelling around her forehead but i still carried her back to my apartment with a bag of frozen peas on her head only she can barely speak at that point and not even I'm not even sure if it was the alcohol or the blow he took falling out of the cab, so I'm juggling putting glasses of ice water on his forehead and praying it's not so bad we have to call 9-1-1. or something like that, but it's over. the next course of time i don't even know how long but my anxiety builds and builds as his conditions get worse and worse.
She got to the point where she could barely speak, but she just assures me that she took a nap, she just needs a nap. and I'm fine, so I walk her to my room, let her collapse on the bed, make sure she doesn't swallow the vomit if she happens to do it, and then leave her with what she wasn't going to do. a total creep and do whatever weird i just gave her the space she needed and hope she didn't throw up i slowly realize she's definitely not just going to take a nap when i open my bedroom door to see her and she's snoring like a bear by now i'm pretty sleepy too but again in an attempt not to come across as a total creep i decided not to share a bed with her.
I put my little office trash can next to the bed in case she needs to throw up and then make myself comfortable on the sofa that has become my bed for the night, I honestly can't remember if I fell asleep or not , but next thing I know I'm staring at the ceiling hearing some very strange noises in my room. I get up, walk down the hall, open the bedroom door to check on my date, and this is what I see. hands and I clearly hear her need to pee in the middle of what sounded like a long uncomfortable moan, she rolls onto her side like she's about to get off my bed, but instead of taking it off she totally messes it up, rolling completely He gets out of bed and hits the trash can as it falls to the floor with a thud, then I swear to God he just reaches for his drawers and puts them down and starts peeing like a fucking fountain.
She had no idea girls could do that and she would. I would have been impressed if it wasn't for my rug. She was peeing everywhere just as apprehensive as I was about making girls pee on me. I managed to pick her up before walking her into the bathroom. Sit her on the toilet. She makes a few more grunts and then starts running again so I take the opportunity to clean my carpet a bit and then as I'm soaking up the pee on a dish towel and wringing it out in a bowl of soapy water I just hear a faulty sound against the wall. much like my date fell off the damn toilet right now she's completely still and i can't pick her up almost like she's gained 50 more pounds in the space of like 5 minutes so i grab a pillow to prop her head up against that and i decide to sleep in the bathroom with her in case something else happens or b my sketchy roommate came home and did something weird thats another completely scary story btw after a few hours of restless sleep she wakes me up and he tells me, she needs to use the bathroom, I'm leaving so she can do her thing in peace, but after about 10 or 15 minutes, I start to worry again, so I go to knock on the door and find it unlocked and slightly ajar.
I open it only to be confronted with one of the most obscene stenches I have ever faced in my life, this lovely young lady not only produced one of the most atrocious stenches in the history of odors, she somehow managed to poop absolutely everywhere except the actual toilet bowl like to this day no idea how he did it but I couldn't seem to get the smell out of my bathroom for weeks afterward on top of that the way when she had fallen she had somehow almost got her head stuck between the toilet and the sink and for a while i wasn't sure i could get it out without badly hurting her neck i managed to get her head free but she was completely out cold at that point and i couldn't there was nothing he could do more for her than let her get some rest.
I can't make her get up from her and I can't face the prospect of wiping her ass off her so she leaves her in the bathroom with some water and some water. towels and go back to the couch hoping to get a few hours sleep before work oh yeah I had work the next morning after a few hours I hear her get up and lay on my bed I check on her and she's fully dressed on my bed and covered in vomit still feeling utterly disgusted and defeated i go back to the couch when i get up for work i go see her around 7am.
She's snoring like a bear again so I leave her a 10 for a set of clean clothes that are about her size and directions to the nearest laundromat, although if I were her I would have just thrown my clothes away dirty in a dumpster and I would have forgotten about it. I thought she had done her a great favor. I understand that. It wasn't her fault, but she had completely messed up my bathroom and made a complete mess in my room as well. I really thought that was the worst she was going to go through and it wasn't like I was expecting a slavish apology either.
I mean, maybe a thank you wouldn't have gone wrong, but what came next I don't think I imagined in a million years. I get a text from her that day, right after I got home from work, I was hoping to say thank you, maybe trying to piece together what happened that night, but instead the text basically says this, I know it was you, I'll go to the police i hope you get everything you deserve in prison it seems so out of place for that second i thought it was a joke and in bad taste or a text from the wrong person or something.
I'll probably apologize and she goes on and I'm paraphrasing but this is the gist. You put something in my drink. I'm peeling tried waiting for a visit from the police what a bastard apparently the only way to test that drug is through the hair it's expensive inaccurate which terrified me but it's the only way to do it and it all clicked she thought she had pricked her because we ended up in my apartment, that was her conclusion that i must have been the one who tried to rape her, that was the most terrifying and eye-popping moment of my entire life, realizing that i had been accused of something like that and where i was standing there. there was no reason to think it wasn't me like you think so you hear a girl getting screwed and she ends up in the apartment of some guy she met at the hinge, I mean jeez she might think I was guilty too.
I didn't text her back, I thought any text could be used as evidence or whatever, and I mean what do you say when you're accused of something like that, aside from all the obvious stuff, obviously she had already made up her mind. The only person worth contacting might as well be a lawyer at that point, then the day came when my phone rang and it was a policeman asking if she could come by and talk to me at home. As we hung up, he was a complete suspect and something that made me feel physically sick thinking about something so horrible and surreal, and I was just going to have to deal with it, what follows is like six weeks of boredom. police procedure and at that point i had a total nervous breakdown again another whole different story but here's the skinny of the accusation my date couldn't actually remember what bar we had been to but i could and once the police found out where we were had been drinking they were able to check the cctv cameras they had which coincidentally caught a guy hanging around who was actually on the offender record not only this guy walks up to my date and his drink while i'm in the bathroom but after we leave he is looking everywhere for someone who is presumably my date the cops go pay him a visit and find a ton of ghb and other creepy stuff in his apartment along with trophies he had kept from a bunch of other girls, it seemed like none of the DNA was going to match anything in the police database and then boom something like the last pair of panties they try comes back a match the guy gets busted they have a case tight against him and he goes to jail and then that was no apology from the police no apology from the girl i blame all of that because i started losing my hair early and i didnt get a penny in compensation i guess i should consider myself lucky for That the justice system didn't screw anything for me, but I still wouldn't wish that kind of accusation on my worst enemy, so I had been out of the dating game for about a year now and it was the awkward mess my best friend had. he convinced me to try the hinge.
I thought yes, I can meet people online and then try dating. Terrible idea. and it seems great he asked me on a date and i said yes and here's the part where i'm a and i'm surprised i didn't get murdered i say i prefer low-key dating so he suggests we cook dinner and watch indie horror movies on his house i agree and im so stupid this is why i show up at his house and i have developed a keyword system through texting with my best friend and she has all the details of where i am he meets me outside and i give He realizes I'm taller than him at five foot seven, that rarely happens to me, but I shrug, I can't help your height, we go to his house and he shows me around, emphasizing the bedroom, then leads me to the kitchen. to show me the four bottles of very expensive wine he bought me and didn't cook dinner, he pours me a drink and I clumsily pet his dog, we sit on the sofa and he puts on this weird Italian art film with no subtitles and all Italian none of the We both know what's going on so I'm sitting there with my feet flat on the floor with my spine sticking out drinking my wine when he decides to basically curl up in my lap and starts stroking my face likecats do, but with their face in my face. at least 10 minutes straight her dog looks at me pityingly right now i excuse myself to go to the bathroom and text my best friend to call me and get me out of there after i take her call 20 minutes later i try I politely thank him for the glass of wine and I got up from the couch and he lies on top of me and hugs me tightly he wouldn't let me go so I stood up and he falls to the floor because like I said I'm Amazonian compared to him, he pops up from the ground to help me into my coat and he gives me a good sniff right on the back of my neck pretty sure some of my hair is still infused into his brain from the deep breath it took.
I didn't try to hide my running up the three flights of stairs and up the block to my car I deleted my account that night please never again almost two years ago now I had a date with the famous chef I met in hinge where they took me to a dive where he immediately started talking about how famous he was, we drank and watched sports, he proceeded to tell me you're cute and this eventually progressed to I'm going to make you bleed, he then invited one of his friends to come over. I went out and he he came up to kiss me he was drunk so i kissed him back he finally proceeded to tell me how he was accused of hitting his ex girlfriend but he didn't do it at all finally when it was time to pay the bill he lost his wallet . of course I'll keep that, I'll pay you back, he says, needless to say, I never got that payment, then he leaned against me, I thought he was trying to kiss me, but I looked down and I was actually peeing on him in the street pissing right on me, i was quickly too drunk to drive, i went to find a hotel room and a hot shower.
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