What A Creep!

This is a tale of woe that for lack of a better name I will call Cindy's Bogus Dating Adventure. As you may have guessed already, I am Cindy.
When this story unfolded, I was working as a clerk in a 7-11 store just outside of Boston. Not to sound conceited, but men have always hit on me a lot, so I am sort of used to it in a way. This particular guy seemed really nice, and had been working on me for months before I finally relented. We had actually met online just before I started working at the variety store. I was always cautious so I decided to meet him in a very public place instead of riding alone with him anywhere. We met at a restaurant, and since it was a nice night, we opted to eat outside. Here is where he got a little odd…. first he gives me a a little box of chocolates the brand name was Cindy (my name is Cindy so I thought at first that it was a cute gesture) then he asks me to eat one or two in a strange creepy way. When we finished the hors d'oeuvres he started to ply me with chocolates. Making a game of it by getting me to eat it looking as sexy as I could. I was feeling a bit light headed, and put that down to the wine we were drinking, but was confused because I had only had a sip or two. At the point that we started to eat our entrees, he started to stare at me really closely. It was almost creepy, but for some reason, I was not overly alarmed.
The wine he chose was very tasty and smooth. I am not a huge wine drinker, but I thought that I could get to love that particular label. I did notice though, that as we kept dining, that the wine seemed to be not tasting as good. I figured that was because I had eaten so many sweet chocolates.
I was part way through the main course when the entire situation started to weird me out. I made my excuses and went to the washroom to call a good friend of mine to explain the situation. I was worried that maybe I was blowing this all out of proportion. My friend thought it was hilarious and told me just to be careful and not go anywhere alone with him, but to get a free meal out of the deal. So assured, I went back to my seat, at which point he resumes the chocolate game again. I was young and naive so I just went with it, at this point it was kind of funny. Since I had never been in a similar situation before, I just wrote it all off to 'gaining experiences for the next time' and keep being nice.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I sort of gulped my wine. As soon as the wine entered my mouth I could tell something was wrong. It was awful! I casually put it down as if I had noticed nothing. It was obvious to me that he had put something in my wine. Suddenly I was scared! I needed to figure out what to do, but I needed time to put a plan together. So I sat there as if nothing was wrong, and even pretended that I was sipping my wine. After about a half hour of stalling and making small talk, I laughingly told him that the wine must be getting to me because I had to go to the washroom again.
I needed to get out of there pronto! So I had a busboy locate our waiter and bring him over. I told him what was up and asked him to help. He had a busboy take me out the back way to my car. At the same time, my waiter went back to talk to my date about ordering desert and coffee. I quickly hauled my butt to my friends house. Luckily she only lived a few blocks away because by the time I got there I was ready to pass out. I managed to convince my friend that I did not need to go to the hospital. So we spent some time listening to music and I fell asleep. I woke up a little hung over, and it was not from the small amounts of wine I had consumed the night before. With a clearer head, it became apparent to me that the scumbag had likely laced my wine and likely the chocolates with some sort of drug. I realized that I had had a close call and was lucky to get out of it unscathed.
Looking back on it, I regretted not calling the police from the restaurant to keep this freak from doing the same thing to another innocent girl, but I was young and  foolish and didn’t think about that. In the state of mind I was in, it was all I could do to focus on getting out with my skin intact.  I explained my problem to the mall security guards, and they were really good about it. For a few months, they kept a lookout for him and escorted me out to my vehicle when I worked late. To my intense relief, I never saw hide nor hair of him again.
It dawned on me a while later how it was that he found me. I had put my work address on my dating site profile. What an idiot I was! I deleted my profile for a couple of months and then signed up with a new handle. That night could have been so much more nasty than it was. I thank my lucky stars that I had a mother who loved me. One who nagged me stupid about the perverts out there and what sorts of care I should take when going on dates.

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