Not Beating Around the Bush

I met R over an internet dating site. I was really excited to meet him as he was funny, intelligent, educated, professionally employed and was a great conversationalist. So R meets me in font of my apartment and like a perfect gentleman, presents a beautiful little bouquet of wild flowers, opens my car door and we’re off to a seaside restaurant for cocktails and dinner. I was smitten by him and I didn’t want dinner to end; we had so much in common that I was thinking to myself, “This is it! I’ve finally met a great guy.” We left the restaurant hand in hand under a starry sky. He suggested we go somewhere for another cocktail and I enthusiastically agreed. He headed into a familiar area, but to my surprise, pulled into an underground parking lot (the one in his apartment building).
“I thought we’d go up to my place” with a smile.
Now normally I wouldn’t go to a man’s house the first time I meet him, but this guy was different. We had an undeniable connection and he gave me no reason not to trust him. We weren’t there long before he himself spoke of the special connection we had. He, like me, felt that we were highly compatible in many ways and he was excited to spend more time with me and get to know me better.
“I’m going to have to fuck you before we can move forward,” he said.
R then proceeded to explain how the only thing left to determine was our sexual compatibility. He felt that there was no point in “dating” and getting to know each other to eventually learn (a few dates down the road) that (and I quote) “I don’t like your sex. I mean, why put all that time, energy and money into getting to know someone when it could very well end because we’re not good in bed together?” He proceeded to grab me and pull at my clothes and try to kiss me. I fought him away and said that the only way he would be having sex with me was if he raped me and he seemed to be ok with that. I realized I was in a seriously bad situation now so I pretended to warm up to the idea and agree that his way of thinking was smart.
It worked too; he loosened up and was content to let me sip on my drink without trying to undress me. I had to be affectionate toward him so he would trust me, but as soon as he left me alone to use the toilet, I grabbed my purse and bolted. I burst out the front door of the building, hailed a cab and went to the police station. What R didn’t remember was that I had his driver’s license number. As a precaution, before I literally go with anyone that I don’t know, I take their driver’s license, call my sister and give her all the information on it, as well as his license plate number. If he won’t give me his license, I don’t go on the date. R was charged with sexual assault and unlawful confinement.


