What Happened Here?
My Very Worst Date was not only incredibly terrifying but also left me pretty confused in the end (this happened a good 15 years ago so don’t fault me if I forget a mundane piece of information).
I was a cute and spritely 18 year old working her first job in a very busy bar, and when a charming older guy asked me out, I couldn’t resist the temptation to take him up on it. Later that evening he showed up to pick me up from my shift at the bar. At this point, I had no idea we were headed to another bar to start our date or that his two guy friends were coming along too. I was incredibly embarrassed, I was convinced that maybe I had misunderstood his intentions about the date entirely and tried to make plans to leave.
Just as we pulled up to the bar, his friends got out and left him and I alone in the car. He turned to me and asked if we could go back to my place and have a few beers I (regrettably ) agreed, and directed him to my house. Once we were both inside I excused myself to the bathroom so I could change and get cleaned up a tad, he took the liberty to pour me my drink (yes, believe me, I know). When I was finished I sat on the couch with him and it seemed pretty decent, good conversation – but after awhile I started to feel strange and sleepy and unexpectedly I passed out.
When I woke up some time later my chest felt incredibly damp, I got up and took a peek in the mirror. To my horror, my whole front was covered in blood! I took off my shirt to investigate but I was wound free, not a scratch on me. Suddenly remembering the date and also wondering what the hell happened, I saw that my door was wide open and the guy was nowhere to be found. Oh, and when I called him later that day? His phone was “out of service.” So strange….