Where’s The Eject Button?
January 11th, 2012
I chatted with a guy online for a few weeks, and we eventually decided to meet up. He picked me up in his truck, and drove more than 20 mph over the speed limit, tailgating everyone that got in our way, with me in the passenger seat holding on for dear life. After lunch, he told me he had a surprise for me, and took me to HIS MOTHER’S HOUSE. She was thrilled to have her son bring a girl home and seemed to know everything about me–apparently he had been telling her everything we had been talking about online for the past few weeks. I’m still not sure which part is worse: feeling like I would never leave his vehicle alive, or the look in his sweet mother’s eyes when she realized I had no intention of becoming her future daughter-in-law.
