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This happened back in December, about a week before Christmas. I'm a 32 year old guy and a 9 year veteran of the Navy, currently using my GI bill to go to college in Idaho. I'm so busy with school and work so I don't really have time to go out and socialize very often. So I have to rely on a lot of the apps to go on dates. I matched with this really cute girl right around my age. We had a good conversation and then we had scheduled a date. I was at a bar restaurant, not too far for either of us to drive, so it was really perfect. She was very pretty in person and we got along great. During our conversation I found out that she worked in a non cop role at the police station. Like a receptionist essentially. I also learned she had a roommate whom she said was out of town for the holidays. She added that she hated being alone because she had a crazy ex boyfriend who stalked her. I was a little uneasy at that and I told her as much and she said that he's harmless so I kinda let it go. We had a few more drinks and were there about another hour and at her suggestion she said we should go back to her place and I mean I wasn't going to argue it, she was hot after all. She then insisted on driving. I told her I was fine and she said no, that I had been drinking and she saw way too many DUIs at her job. I got what she was saying, but I only had two gin and tonics and I was fine. But again she insisted. I thought it was weird but I didn't really care. We went to her house and she walked up and just opened the door. She didn't unlock it, it was already open, which I found very odd because she said she had a stalker and that her roommate was gone. She started feeding her cat and as she was doing That I saw a bowl of cereal on the kitchen counter. I touched it and it was still cold, like it hadn't even been sitting there for a while. The cereal wasn't soggy either. I could clearly see that it was Frosted Flakes. The cereal hadn't even been sitting there long enough for the milk to take the frosting off, so I knew that it wasn't old. I asked her who it was, and she had hesitated. She said that she had ate it as a snack before heading to the bar. It just didn't make any sense. And before I could say anything, she just kissed me and put her arms around me very seductively and then said for me to take her to her room again. She was pretty hot. And I quit caring all about the cereal. Well, we had started fooling around, and I went to close the curtains and she told me to leave them open. A few minutes later, maybe five, we were in bed and my bag was to the window. And she let out a huge gasp, a scared gasp. Her eyes were at the window. And I turned around and I saw someone in a hoodie. And they took off. I heard the steps running on her back deck. I immediately jumped up and ran out to make sure that her doors were locked. And of course the front door wasn't. I ran to it and locked it. And right when I did, the door started banging. I went to open it because I was gonna mess the dude up, or at least try to. And she told me to just go back to bed with her. I screamed at her and asked if she was insane. And she told me that he does this and that he usually goes away. I asked her, you know for sure this is your ex? And she said, yeah, don't worry about it. At this point, he had started banging on the side of her house on the other end. And she didn't even seem at all scared and just kept trying to get me to go back to her bed. I didn't want to call the cops because for all I know, this dude is a cop or she knows the cops that showed up and would take her side. I also couldn't just leave because my car was at the bar and I was terrified. I had an adrenaline rush that was so intense, it gave me that metallic taste in my mouth and it made my stomach hurt. I felt stuck and slim on options. All I knew was that I didn't trust her at all. At this point. I'd started calling her out for the door, not being locked the serial. And I openly called her a liar. She Couldn't come up with any logical answers and I had no idea what I was into. She just kept telling me to calm down and again said to just go back to bed with her. The banging was pulsating. Her ex would bang on one part of the house, it would stop and then it would be at a different part of the house. I shouldn't have done this, but my fight or flight was pretty much kicked in and I told her, if this is a robbery or some kind of setup, I promise I'll kill you both. Now, I'm not a hard ass or anything, but my fear had told me to let her know that no matter what it was, they'd have a fight on their hands. I ordered an Uber off my phone when she wasn't looking and I didn't tell her. I just kept arguing with her and asking her what was going on, hoping to just keep her talking and in the room. I stayed right next to the door so I could leave asap. Luckily, I never got my pants off and my jacket and shoes were right by the door, so I was able to get dressed. The Uber showed up pretty quickly, thankfully, but the banging was on the front part of the house by the front window, not 10ft from the door. Without even saying anything, I just opened her door and ran out as fast as I could. I saw the person running around the house and just kept running to the car. I got in and I looked back at the door and my date was just standing there. It's been a little over a month, but I honestly have no idea what the hell I got myself into. I really don't believe the story of just a girl with a crazy ex. Based off of the factors I've told you, it feels like either a robbery or some kind of weird fetish cuck type thing. Or even worse, a trap to murder someone. I don't know. Definitely something I'm very mad at myself for. I mean, I'm a nine year Navy vet and I allowed myself to get into a crazy situation like that. I reported her account in the Uber ride back to the bar and I told the bartenders as well, just in case they ever saw her in there again. So back in June 2022, I met a man on hinge. I'm from Victoria, Australia. He was from Queensland but was working in Victoria and was 28 at the time. I was 24. We hit it off and within a day of chatting, he had asked to meet me in the city for drinks. He seemed friendly and cute, so why not get dressed up and give him a chance, I thought. Funnily enough my spidey senses were tingling already, but I just thought it was the usual nerves of a first date. I should have trusted my gut, but he hadn't given me any red flags yet. He met me at Flinders street station, but my first impression was that he dressed really nice, had a suit and a long coat. He clearly took pride in his looks instantly. He was super affectionate, way more than I'm used to. He kissed my cheek, picked me up, squeezed the crap out of me and we were hand in hand from the get go. Although I was taken aback. He was of Brazilian descent and I know their culture can be quite forward. I wasn't overly alarmed, but this was within 10 seconds of meeting so we decided to go for drinks and he recommended a very well known fancy bar. I'm a nurse so way above my pay grade, but he said he would like to cover the whole night. It becomes apparent very quickly that he's super chivalrous, charming and a sweet talker. It felt like a soppy 2000s Rom com. I can't lie, he was super open about his life and because he was, so was I. We had so much in common and everything just felt right. It makes me want to gag now that I know the real him. If it feels too good to be true, well, it probably is. Basically the life story that he threw up all over me was that he was born in Brazil. His parents had a family business and were well off but lost it somehow. I think he said his dad died. Rest in peace dad. His mom couldn't afford to care for him and his four sisters alone so she gave him up for adoption and he moved to Portugal. I guess he was the runt of the litter because she kept the four girls. So he grew up in Portugal from about five until he was 17 when he decided to move back to his biological mother. He said that his Portuguese family were lovely but incredibly religious and he didn't like the constraints arranged marriage, no boinking before marriage type deal. So at 17 he moved back to Brazil and built his relationship with his biological mother and eventually he had decided to move to Australia. He moved over to study some aerodynamic bullcrap degree for some career I don't give a flying crap about. Fast forward 11 years to 2022 and now he works in Queensland as some manager for shipping companies and flies to and from Melbourne for work every few weeks. Now that you're up to speed with that crock of crap, lets get back to the date I Had a traumatic upbringing, neglect, poverty, raised by my grandparents and so on. So hearing all that really touched me. The man had me in the palm of his slimy hands. I felt at times that he was cocky and had an ego on him, but he even mentioned that he can come across as cocky and he reassured me that's just how some people perceive him. But he's not like that at all. So clearly someone's pulled it up for being an arrogant twat before. The date is progressing and he was really ticking so many boxes. We spoke about how I loved to dance and always wanted to learn salsa. So he suggested a studio that does weekend night classes. But it had sold out, so he asked if I'd go back to his place just to hang out. Yeah, I don't know what this man put in my drink, but my common sense was just gone. I told him that I needed to go home before midnight and I was only coming over to talk. Anyway, we get to his apartment and like the scene from Crazy Stupid Love, he actually lights candles. He also puts on salsa music, pours a heavy glass of red for us, and he asks if he can teach me how to salsa in his tiny living room. Like, was I really Kate Hudson and how to lose a guy in 10 days? I obliged because my fanny flutters are in full control of my functioning at this point. We end up making out and, well, things get hot and heavy. But I stuck to my guns and I didn't let him pass my chastity belt. Don't get me wrong, I've had one night stands before, but I had turned a new leaf and my rule was now three dates minimum. Long story short, but not very short at all, we ended up falling asleep together and I was fully clothed. How about that? We woke up the next morning and he took me out for breakfast before ordering me an Uber home. Keep in mind, that was the one and only time that I physically met him and it was PG rated. A few days later, things were getting weird. He started making grandiose gestures and love bombing without even asking. He bought me lingerie. He didn't know my size and had never seen me in lingerie. He bought me jewelry for my birthday just one week after we met. And then the grand prize, an all inclusive holiday to Queensland. I said yes because yolo, right? Like literally, I might die, but at least my tombstone would say I was living my best life. He told me on the trip we'd go to a private restaurant that his friend owns. A helicopter ride as well as a cruise on A yacht amongst a bunch of other completely insane things. He paid for the flights and he told me not to bring lingerie because he had that covered. My red flag alarms were totally going off at this point. Like, is he a sugar daddy or am I about to be trafficked in the lingerie and jewelry that he just bought me? Think about it. Dude works for a shipping company. Perfect way to ship me off to the market. So at this point, my stomach is turning and I'm getting sus, which means suspicious for those who don't know. I realized that I hadn't really done much digging on him. And if I was going interstate with this schmoozey wet sock, I needed to know everything. I spent hours with my housemate investigating. His Facebook was on total lockdown and his Instagram had no signs of family. He barely had any tagged photos with people. And the photos he did have were from years ago in Brazil. All of the photos he did have were just solo and him traveling. So I had started questioning everything. Was his name, even what he said it was. It doesn't sound very Brazilian or Portuguese, but sounds more like Donald Dunk or Chuck E. Cheese to me. So we searched his number on my bank app using PayID. Lo and behold, a completely different name comes up. I'm crapping bricks now, like, who the hell is this that I've been wasting my time with? So I go deeper. I'm going through all of his Instagram followers looking for any sign of him. I found a mutual in the deep, dark cave that I've gotten myself into. And there it is. A group photo of him from around 2016 holding a Brazilian woman that looks about 35. And the comments mention love you both. Can't wait to see you again. I couldn't confirm if they were married, but that's where my money was. I dig more and more to find out who she is. I can't really find anything, but I had a lead on what her name might be. So I head to Google and search both his name and hers. After sifting through countless pages I can't read because they're in Spanish and also poorly translated. Well, I found a settlement document. It was a civil dispute about a debt, but both of their full names were there. To my delight, his full name in the case was what was claimed. But one truth doesn't fix a truck of lies. So now I'm thinking that I've gone mad and overthinking. Maybe he's just divorced and doesn't post a lot whilst doing our Investigations. I had asked him to send his passport so my friends had his details. When I went to Queensland, just to be safe, he sent me his passport after hours of waiting and he had blacked out info and covered his face. The idiot didn't cover his date of birth well enough though, because would you look at that. This absolute toad was born in 1986, making him 36 now. I saw through his bullcrap, but I wanted to flip the game for a little while. I had to do it for the plot. I confronted him all about it and he made up some crap about how when he was registered in Portugal, they stuffed up the date. I didn't know a 5 year old could look 13, but there you have it. Over the next few weeks, he kept canceling and changing Queensland's plans. Days before each rescheduled flight, there was always another issue. I went along with it. I had no intention of going, but I wanted to see his cunning plot come to fruition. Maybe it wasn't trafficking. Maybe he was going to magically lose all of his money and get cancer and need my help to survive. And then I got a message that broke the camel's back. His grandma in Portugal was sick so he had to fly there asap. I literally laughed when I read that. I was super short and apathetic with him. Well, next day grandma died of a stroke, of course. Boo hoo. Some may think my digging went a bit too far at this point, but I ended up messaging the woman from the Instagram photo and legal document because I just had a horrible gut feeling that there was more to all of this and I was just so sick of the games. It definitely felt like I was crossing a line, but I had to know. She ended up messaging me back that she unfortunately did know him and wanted to tell me everything over the phone. What she told me blew my freaking mind. Excuse my language, but this piece of crap human was the biggest narcissistic, pathological, lying, cheating scumbag I had ever had the displeasure of knowing. He had lied about it all. He was 36, born and raised by his mom and dad in Brazil his entire life. He had brothers, not four sisters. Grandma was still alive and kicking. He studied social work and was now studying to become a physiotherapist. Nothing at all to do with era, whatever the crap. I don't even know what the shipping container place had to do with any of it. But he had sent me instastories of him working there, so that's scary. He was the same charming suave man to his ex wife who he married in Brazil and they moved to Queensland shortly after. As soon as they arrived, he became financially and emotionally abusive to her and he refused to get a job. She worked and paid for the bills, his social work degree, random business trips, and really whatever else the scumbag pretended he did. After being in Queensland for five years, she got a message from a 24 year old Australian girl, same age I was at the time, and it turned out they'd been dating for three years. They'd met at university and had been using her to do all his university work. She was told the same life story as me, but the poor thing never even once questioned it. She believed the crap about his age too. She realized through a mutual university friend that saw a photo of him and said that she thought he was married and thanked God for that friend. So he and his wife get divorced and the 24 year old kicks him to the curb. But only a year later another girl reaches out to his now ex wife. Same story. 24 year old Australian girl told the same bullcrap life story and believed it. They'd been together for four years and he was using her to pay for his lifestyle and clothes. Well, two years go by, his ex wife just hoped that he had finally come to his senses, but afraid not. I was the third girl in question to reach out to her. My guess is he's still got a few girls on the go at a time. His plans probably kept changing because of them. And one of them probably pays for his plane trips every few weeks. The holiday jewelry and lingerie was probably some of the other women's hard earned money as well. Needless to say, I was furious. I ended up ghosting him because that was the best way to piss off a narcissist. He messaged me for weeks on text, Insta, WhatsApp and Facebook. Well, eventually I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I told him that I knew some things and he needed to come clean. I never mentioned what or how I knew, but he said he'd be fully transparent and he flew down to Melbourne to see me. He probably thought I knew just 1% of the truth. I thought about actually seeing him and seeing what bullcrap he'd come up with next, but I was done at this point. I told him I was about five hours away from the city. In a town that's so small there's only one train to get there a day. I said that I couldn't pick him up from the airport, but he could stay a few days, I'd show him the real Australian country and I'd drive him back to the airport at the end of his visit. So after sitting on a two and a half hour flight and sitting on a train for five hours to go to the middle of nowhere, I asked him to send a photo of where he was so I could find him. He'd actually done it. I was at home in my pajamas watching a movie and he was at a train station in the rain, freaking five hours away from the airport and stuck until the next day. This was pure gold. I can only imagine how pissed off he would have been. I had a message that I already had ready and written out and I was waiting for that exact moment. I waited for a reply so I knew he got it. Then I blocked that piece of crap on everything and I never looked back. So yeah, there you go. Stay safe out there ladies. And always trust your instincts. Years ago I had posted this same story on a Melbourne forum and unfortunately there were a lot of other girls that had met him online or for a date, but thankfully they all got the same vibes as me. Before it went too far, however, I was the only one crazy enough to find out who the scumbag really was. I just really hope he hasn't been able to trick any more women since my run in with him. And if they have been, I really hope they found out the truth. I went on a Tinder date some time ago while I was adjusting to a new city that I had moved to. I didn't really know anybody there, so I used some online dating apps to see the dating scene around town. I landed one from a girl that seemed just like an artsy hippie type of girl. We had a few exchanges through the Tinder app and then decided to meet up for a drink. I picked her up at her house and she had greeted me at the door and gave me a hug. She said the name of a local bar that she wanted to go to for us to chat and also get to know each other. I told her I would drive and proceeded to my car. The first red flag I noticed was when I had walked in my car and opened the door. She. She had just followed me to the driver side and was just standing behind me staring. I looked at her blankly for about 15 seconds and I asked her if she was going to get in. She just said sure, I'd love to and then went the long way to the passenger side around the back of the car. Since I had just met this girl I figured that she had just maybe smoked some weed or something as I had kind of got the vibe she was a bit of a stoner. As I was driving to the bar, she then talked in a very low voice, almost as if she was trying to whisper. I'm not hard of hearing or anything, but I had to ask her to repeat herself several times just so I could make out the full sentences of what she was saying. When we got to the bar, I made sure that we got a seat closer to the back, away from most of the people, just so I could have a little quiet in order to hear her. The conversations honestly carried on as normal from this point, and it was actually a fun time for the time being. We talked about different things that we were interested in, and she did bring up that she did recreationally use weed and a few other tripping substances like shrooms and such. I'm not much of a fan of these, but it at least made me relax in the back of my mind to think that maybe she was just high off marijuana, and that rationally explained some of the out there behavior. Granted, I had a few drinks at this point myself, so I was honestly not thinking very straight. I asked her if she wanted to go back to my place after the drinks and she agreed. When we got to my place, we had a few more drinks. Then she had started talking about her jewelry. This is where it gets weird. She told me that her jewelry was her big secret and it defined her. When I asked her why it was so important, she said, I'm actually Anastasia and I was never killed in Russia. My jewelry is my link to my past. It was hard for me to take that seriously at this point with how much I drank. So I kind of challenged that statement using the little bit that I knew about history. At this point, she freaked out and started yelling at the top of her lungs about how I don't respect ancestors in history. Then she got quiet and tiptoed right up to me and then grabbed me by the neck. She then brought my face eye to eye with hers while still holding onto my neck. She then says, at this point, I am a shaman and I will curse you. My ancestors have destroyed many people and you do not respect that. You are from oppressive ancestors and they will be punished. She then put her hand in a whiskey glass and made a cross on my face and then kissed my forehead. At this point, I had started to sober up a little. I talked her into calming down, telling her I was only joking. She then slowly started getting back to normal. Then she had started talking about her cat fetish. She told me that she has a list of people who she tames to act as cats. I'm not judging people on their fetishes, so I listen in. She then tells me all the things she does to them and starts acting like a cat in my living room. If she hadn't yelled at me earlier on, I might have almost been turned on by it. My red flags in my head were tingling like crazy at this point, so I just listened and tried not to set her off. She noticed sage on my kitchen counter and she asked me to let her light it and bless the house. Side note, I use sage just to make my house smell better occasionally. It's kinda like a ritual I like to do, but it's mine and my own, something I take very personally and like to do myself. I tell her no she can't light it and that it's my own thing that I like to do. Then she freaks out, telling me I'm a horrible human being and then screaming all over the place. I tell her that I can take her home now and she runs to the door and goes outside. As I get outside, she's now screaming at the top of her lungs that I'm a horrible person and I should go die. I then tell her she can walk herself home then and I go back to my place and lock the door. She then start banging on the door hard in about 10 minutes saying that she left her phone in there. I grab her phone on the kitchen counter and open the door to hand it to her. She tries to barge inside and I block her with my forearm. She then acts like she's about to punch me. I just hold my ground and tell her she's not coming in. She then screams that she wanted my whiskey bottle we were drinking from. I then told her hell no, I'm the one who bought it because I'm the one who paid for the damn thing. I then slam the door at that point and just lock it. I heard her bang on the door for about a minute. Then I heard her footsteps going down the stairs. I waited about an hour, then I went walking outside to see if she was still hanging around. I didn't see her, nor did I ever see her again after that. I know that this is probably not the scariest encounter ever, but it was a crazy one. And for the next few nights I was really creeped out. Always walking around the area I lived just to make sure she wasn't hanging around. I honestly hope she's okay, wherever she is now. But yeah, I have zero intentions on ever seeing her again. I was sent to Korea from my university a few years ago. They told me for my major I had to go somewhere in Asia and my friend had really talked up Korea for me. I knew nothing about it but decided what the hell. And then I embarked on a semester long trip. I had only had one serious boyfriend in my life who I had broken up with a few months prior. I also don't really enjoy one night stands and I wasn't digging the dudes in the clubs in Seoul. But I did still want to have some sort of romantic experience I suppose. So my friend recommended that I use this dating app to meet English speaking Koreans. That way I could meet someone and experience the actual dating culture. I thought I'm young so why not? I was just so eager to have new experiences. Maybe it sounds dumb to try dating in a foreign country, but it worked out for me eventually. Just not the first date. I met him on a dating app after being in Seoul for about three weeks. Lets call him Tim. I still didn't know the culture or city very well and was a bit naive about everything. He eagerly wanted me to meet for a date after talking to me and he seemed nice, I really should have asked more questions and I should have noticed that he wasn't giving me many details about himself. Tim was a guy a bit older than me but claimed he was a college student. I assumed that he had done his military time and had returned to school. All men in Korea have to do military time by the way. We talked for a bit and decided to meet for a tea date near the school that I went to. He wanted to come to my dorm originally to pick me up, but I live in an all women's dorm and I didn't want him to know exactly where I lived since we were still strangers. So instead I insisted that we meet at the main town center near the subway. He really didn't like this idea, which looking back was a red flag. But eventually I insisted. The night of the date, I had waited an hour for this guy. He was very late. Tim weirdly claimed that he just wanted to make me wait. I thought he was kidding and I messaged him with a laughing emoji, assuming he was just lost. When he finally arrived, he was much smaller than I thought, but a man's height has never really been something I care about that much. He was also quite thin. Maybe I let my guard down because I didn't really see him as physically threatening to Me, which was a mistake. In the end, right off the bat, he was way too touchy with me and breathed really creepy and heavy. I was so off put with his demeanor. I'm usually very tolerant with different personality types, but this was very odd to me. I'd been told that Korean men would be polite and not so touchy on the first date. He was also dressed oddly, like in business attire for a date, but I thought that maybe it's just a Korean thing. Again, I was dumb and I knew jack crap about the culture. Then the first thing he said to me was, you're not as white as I thought you were. I thought this was a translation error, but his English was near perfect. So I asked for clarification and he said what he meant. Well, I thought you would be more white. Your skin is darker than I thought and your eyes aren't as green. Are you really pure European? Now I was officially weirded out. First of all, I'm pretty much as white as you can get. I'm Irish and Scandinavian, so white as hell basically. So the fact that he thought that I could have possibly been any whiter was funny. And why did he care in the first place anyway? Why does my skin color matter to this guy and why is he bringing it up? He said about three times on the date how he wished I had greener eyes and every time I would just reply back, well, maybe my online photos make me look brighter and brushed it off as him just being nervous and trying to start a conversation. Isn't it really funny the dumb excuses you make for people when you're panicked? When we arrived at the tea place, I had tried to order a basic raspberry tea and he stopped me and he told me I had to have this special tea instead. I thought it was weird that he wanted to choose my tea for me, but in my head I just brushed it off. Once again, he really insisted that I drink only this type of tea and I just agreed. These small details become weirder later. After the tea, he had asked if we could look around my school. It was dark, but the school was very well lit so I agreed. The whole time we walked around he would randomly stop and grab me for long hugs. At first I let it happen, but then I stopped him. But he just kept trying. He kept grabbing me and breathing really hard into my neck. It was so awkward. He also wouldn't tell me any personal details about himself. I asked so many questions, desperately trying to distract from all the awkward grabbing and to try and get to know him. But he would never tell me anything. He actually even said at one point, I'm a mysterious man, like a movie line or something. He also said something like, you look so much like my favorite movie character. And I asked who, but he said that I would have to figure it out on my own. Finally he said, I want to go to a dark area. And in my head I screamed, hell no. At this point, I just wanted the date to be over so fast. He somehow knew there was a wooded area behind my campus and he said we should go there. I said no and that I wanted to stay near the main campus in town. But he kept pushing. Finally, he actually grabbed my arm and started dragging me there. He said, I can't let anyone see, and I started to panic. I finally ripped my arm away and just demanded we leave and go back to the main road immediately. Looking back, I don't know why I didn't ask for help or get angry. Maybe I was scared. But I just began to book it back to the main road and he followed. We ended up in front of a hospital near the center of town and I told him it was time for him to go. I made some excuse and he was pleading with me to stay. I told him we could meet the next day and I would message him. Of course I lied. I just wanted to get away from him. At this point, I was pretending it was all okay just so he would leave. Suddenly I think he's leaning in to kiss me and I immediately think, oh God, no. But it was so much worse. Instead, I actually feel pain in my face. It takes me a second to realize that he was biting my face. It was like a dog. I had never felt this sensation before. He leaned his head sideways and he bit me on my nose and cheek as hard as he could. I screamed and pushed him away from me. His face looked so freaky and I barely had any time to react in words. Instead, I ran up the sidewalk until I saw a convenience store on the right. I ran to the back of the store and just bend down to start crying. The man who owned the store had started to yell at me, but I couldn't explain my situation. I just begged him in English to let me stay. I ended up having to buy a popsicle to stick around. God, I really wished I had learned some Korean by then. I guess Tim didn't follow me. I peered outside the store and I didn't see him. I texted a friend and waited for them to get me to take me back to my door. On the way back I had messaged Tim and I basically told him to stay the hell away from me. I told him he was a creep, that he shouldn't be biting women, and something along the lines of calling the police. Then I blocked him. I was actually so scared to walk around my school area after that. I was afraid that he would find me somehow. I'm so thankful that I never let him pick me up at my dorm. I called my mom to tell her what happened when suddenly she said, wait, what did he ask you? She then put some details together and she realized that all of these weird things had to do with the 50 shades of grey books. At first I thought she was just being silly and overthinking a bad date. I thought she was joking, but oh God, was she right. She had recently seen the movie or read the book of something and knew all of the details. The eye color and the way he dressed, the tea he made me drink, and the random lines he said. It all matches the books and movies. It was all for his dirty little fantasy. My mom thinks that he picked me because I looked like the girl in the movie. It explains why he was so fixated on my appearance and his whole thing with fighting and trying to dominate me, even if it wasn't his intention. I later learned that there really are some creeps who seek out foreign girls to dominate and have sex with. Like a prize. They call it riding the white horse or something along those lines. On a happier note, this bad experience didn't stop me. I eventually met someone else in Korea and we ended up falling in love. We even did the whole long distance thing and I'm now living in Korea, studying and working. We're hoping to get married soon. So I guess I didn't let bad creepy guy stop my life. Hey everyone. That's about it for today's stories. 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