"I made a joke about how I hoped he didn’t 'murder me.' He took this to mean I was talking about rape and said he 'hoped I wasn’t a feminist' because 'men have it much worse' and went on a literal 15-minute rant about men’s rape statistics in prison.
I made it clear that wasn’t what I had meant at all, and wanted to see if we could change the conversation to make it through the meal.
I couldn't get up and leave because I was hooked to an IV!
After the donation was over we went through a fast food drive-thru and got some sandwiches and then a case of beer.
We got extra cash since it was the first visit for both of us and while I was there, my bed "won" the drawing and I received an extra .
I was so shocked by all this all I could do was sit frozen and hope it was a bad dream.
A filmmaker with full sleeves from Happn told me about his underground fight club.
One handsome DJ who slid into my Instagram DMs described, in detail, every single sad salad he ate for lunch that week.
Halfway through, I had a small panic attack and they had to come and rappel me off the platform.All this time, my date just stared at me, dumbfounded." —onajourny76 "I was asked out by a cute coworker who was from a neighboring town.He showed up to pick me up and came in to meet my parents.Once we got out in the sun at the reservoir, drank the beer, and ate the sandwich, I proceeded to feel sicker than I have ever felt before and throw up all over the beach. There were many men from all over the world at the U.That was 17 years ago and I still can remember how sick I felt. I met one from India and after we had coffee one afternoon, and he invited me back to his place.