MySpace Meet Up
I met this guy at a Target where we talked for a moment and about a month later, he found me on MySpace and sent me a message. Out of boredom, I gave him my cell number and we talked. For some bizarre reason, even though he was completely not my type, I agreed to go out with him on the Fourth of July. He told me he was a cop and a firefighter. The day before we were supposed to meet, he called and said that on our date he would have to “run a sting” on a drug dealer. I told him I definitely didn’t want to be involved in that. Then the day of the date he called and said, “I’m in New York right now, but I’m flying back this afternoon. Can you pick me up at the airport?”
My first instinct was to say heck no and end things there. But I’m one of those jaded, bitter women who don’t believe in romance, so I wanted to be something different this time around. So I said okay and made the hour drive to the airport, all dressed up and girly-looking. It took him an hour and half after his flight landed to walk out of the airport. He was twitchy and he flashed this wad of cash at me and said an undercover met him in the terminal and gave it to him so he could “run the sting.” I told him then that we were not doing that and especially not in my car.
So when we got back into town, he kept asking me to stop at convenient stores and finally his friend’s apartment. After that, he asked me to drive him to crack-town motel, where he claimed he had to stay because it was a safe house. He got really, really sick, so when he went up to the room and didn’t come down for an hour, I waited because I didn’t want the guy to have died. Right about the time I was going to call 911 and book it, he came down. We’d already missed the fireworks and our dinner reservations. I told him I was tired and going home and he got all whiny and begged for one more chance. I was hungry, so I said okay, and I drove us to a restaurant that was still open down the street. I had to pee and I made sure that I had my purse when I left the table.
Unfortunately, I’d left my keys on the table. When I came back, my keys and my car were gone! After four and a half hours the cops finally showed up. Turns out, the guy was a crackhead, and this was his routine. When they found my car the next day, it was a disgusting mess. They arrested him, he got out on bail and then did it again to another woman!
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