Your Worst Hookup Experience

Met a guy on Manhunt (!) and went over to his apartment. He neglected to tell me that he had just had plastic surgery on his face which was swollen to about twice it’s size. I turned around and walked out.

I've told this one before in similar threads. Might be new to some of you. 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. After some trial and error, I started 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. We finally met on a Friday night. I wanted to meet in public, but he convinced me to come to his house. I said I made no guarantees until we met and checked each other out, 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, which had sliding glass doors to the back yard. 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 a lot, 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 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.

Went to hook up with an Indian guy. Didn’t have furnitures in his studio apartment with stuff all over the floor and his mouth smelled of Indian food as he just ate. No bed but a makeshift pile of sheets on the floor. I made some lame excuse and left

Damn R2! I am glad you made it out of there alive. That is something that would have made me stop hooking up permanently.

I've had a few. There was an attractive blonde guy who I would see at his place of business (retail) and developed a mad crush on him. I finally met him at the bar and we went back to his place. We were both pretty drunk but he continued drinking once we got to his apartment. One thing led to another and we got it on. He was riding me and proceeded to pass out mid-sex. I managed to wake him up and told him I should probably get going. He walked me to the door, apologizing. After he shut the door and I started walking away, I heard this immense crash, like a sound effect out of a comedy movie. I just kept walking not wanting anything more to do with his drunk ass.

Another time, when I was in my early 20s, I was chatting up a guy from Craigslist and he wanted me to come over, strip down in the entrance and come up to his bedroom. I did just that, however, the house he sent me to wasn't his, and belonged to some other dude who was not expecting me. The dude screamed at me, telling me he was gonna call the cops and I booked out of there with my jeans and shirt in hand, jumped in my car and sped off. That one was scary but also taught me a good lesson.

Then I had a series of really bad hookups that kept me off the apps for a long time. I was chatting with this really hot dude on Grindr close by my place and we decided to meet up. I knocked on the door and heard him call "come in." I did and found him sitting on the couch. I also noticed his legs were terribly mangled. I felt really bad, but he never told me about his leg issues during our chats and the initial shock was too much for me, so I just apologized and left.

And one last one, another gorgeous Grindr guy with a giant dick. Went over to his place early in the morning hours. He met me at his open garage door. After I entered, he pressed the button to close it and I noticed there was some metallic tinfoil-like covering all over the inside of the door, which was definitely not professionally installed. We went inside and I noticed the place reeked of chemicals. I was already getting creeped out but the dude was seriously hot so I powered through. We get up to his bedroom, we strip and the dude is sopping wet from sweat even though his place was freezing. And sweat continued to pour out of him even after he undressed. He was clearly on some drug(s) and obviously not in his right mind. I made my excuses and was thankfully able to get out without any issue. But the entire vibe of him and the place creeped me out. That was the last time I met up with a random guy for a long time.