Male, in my 30s now, but this happened 10 years ago with the onset of Tinder and swiping apps. New to the game, mostly just wanted to get some action, but totally naive and not realizing what kind of Pandora’s box can be opened meeting strangers online.

I match with this cute girl, we flirt, message over a couple of days, and I get the vibe she’s DTF. We had plans for a few days out but the day before she booty texts me late. Says she’s been drinking, sends some revealing texts, invites me to her house.

It’s late and I’m only thinking with the lower half of my body.

She sends me an address that’s kind of in a sketchy neighborhood. Whatever, not my first shady booty call. I get closer to this house and let her know I’m here. Weird, semi-developed neighborhood, and the house looks partially finished. I do see a light on in the basement but weird vibes. She makes some weird comment about that and not to worry.

I’m feeling sketched out but I’m obviously committed and horny. I get out of the car and I feel the most intense sense of dread to bail.

As soon as I turn around I hear running from behind me. Multiple footsteps. My balls shrunk into ovaries as I ran to the car, opened the door and locked the door. I see three figures, wearing creepy masks banging on my doors, windshield, and one dude swings a bat onto my windshield. Huge crack. I drop the keys and I tried to start the car. I was so scared. I got the key, turned the ignition, and slammed on the gas. One dude got hit my the rear view mirror and fell. I almost ran into a street pole.

After recovering from my heart attack while driving, I raced home and spent the next 24 hours replaying the whole thing over and over again. Never told anyone. Made up a “story” about a deer hitting my car to explain the windshield. Guess I felt dumb and desperately wanted to pretend I wasn’t really that gullible.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!