Thanks, R185. Here is another one.
After my 14 year relationship, I was single almost 10 years. I'd date on and off and occasionally have a hook up, but hook ups are not really my thing. Still, we're all human and sometimes the urge was too much to ignore. For the most part, the people I met were nice. Like R188 mentions, you start to get an idea of who to avoid, but sometimes you could get fooled.
One time I chatted online with this guy for about 2 weeks, and he seemed quite normal in the online chats. Our schedules didn't match, but we finally settled on a Friday night meeting. I wanted to meet in public, but he convinced me to come to his house. As always, I said I made no guarantees, which he said was fine.
When I showed up, he let me in. I noticed right away that he seemed very nervous, but I always found the first meeting somewhat nerve-racking, so didn't give it much thought. The house I met him at looked sparsely furnished, which I mentioned to him. He said it was a rental property he owned and his tenant had just left, but there was a comfortable couch in the basement. I was a bit hesitant, but it was still light out, so I followed him down to the basement. I sat on the couch and he sat on a chair opposite. The conversation was actually going fine, but he still seemed very nervous. He asked if I wanted anything to drink, and I just asked for water. He went upstairs and made himself a cocktail and brought a glass of water to me. When he handed it to me, he was sweating, but the house was actually quite cool, so I wondered why he was sweating. When I lifted the water to my drink it, it smelled strange. I took a tiny sip and it tasted strange as well, so I surreptitiously spit it back in the glass.
He was sweating profusely and kept furtively glancing at my water glass, which I hadn't touched since he handed it to me. It was getting darker outside, too, and when I asked if he wanted to turn a light on, he just said it was light enough for him. I trusted my instincts and knew something was up. It dawned on me that I had parked in his driveway, which curved up to his house and was covered on both sides by heavy foliage, so I realized no one could see my car from the road.
I considered my options. He was much bigger than me, so I was probably going to lose a physical altercation. So, I just told him flat out that I knew he put something in my water, he was clearly nervous and sweating, and I thought it was best that I leave. He denied putting anything in my water, so I brought it over to him and said, "Fine, you drink it all." He just looked down.
I started upstairs and he followed. He kept trying to engage me in conversation. I was several paces ahead of him and just tried not to freak out. I got upstairs and he started crying, saying the love of his life had broken up with him, he was so confused, he really didn't want to be hooking up, etc. He continued to deny putting something in my drink and slipped in front of me and blocked the door out to my car. I chatted with him and acted sympathetic. I worked my way over to the door and he let me pass. He followed me out to the car continuing to talk. He almost seemed like he wanted to stop me from leaving but wasn't sure if he should try it.
I got in my car and started to back up, but then he yelled at me to wait and got behind my car motioning for me to roll my window down. I cracked it a bit and he said there was something behind my car he was going to get out of the way. He bent down and didn't pop back up. I kept looking back then saw him pop up next to me on the driver's side and try to get his hand in the window, which luckily I had merely cracked. I slammed my car in reverse and took off.
I don't know what he had planned that night, but it was definitely creepy. He sent me several messages to my online account saying he just wanted to talk some more, which is why he was putting his hand in the window. I just blocked him. Never saw or heard from him again.