Here’s a unsettling tale from my friend Jordan’s father. This woman puts the “dumb” in dumb-dumb-da-dumb (think “here comes the bride…”).
I’m married now (got married in 2006) but have an online dating story that I repeat with some consistency.
At the insistence of a friend I joined Match.com, wrote the profile, posted it, and like magic a very nice looking woman reached out for me. After a phone conversation we decided to meet for drinks at the Four Seasons hotel in Los Angeles (I live in LA). We agreed to meet at the end of the day. New to online dating, I figured if things went well we could move right to dinner from drinks and possibly marriage. What could be better! She seemed very bright and we did manage to move to the dinner part. I felt a spark which seemed to be reciprocated. How easy this dating thing was.
Halfway through dinner she told me that coincidentally she had been on a Match.com date with a guy she met at the Four Seasons six months prior to our dinner. I asked her how it went and she said just fine up until when she awoke in his apartment (about four blocks from the hotel), in his bed, naked, with him sucking her toes and no memory of how she got there. She went on to explain that he had slipped her a roofie during drinks and managed to get her back to his apartment where he performed his deed. I asked her at what point did she call the Police and did they arrest him. She said she didn’t call the Police and actually went on to date him for another four or five months.
I excused myself “to go to the men’s room” but secretly paid the bill and left the hotel. The good thing about LA is that you can say goodbye to creeps and never see them again.
I hate to say it (because I am a female), but some women and their lack of self-esteem is just out of control. Was she thinking, “Wow! Think of all the time and effort it took to facilitate my kidnapping and molestation! He had to obtain roofies and figure out a time to slip it in my drink (maybe when I was freshening up in the ladies’ room? Cayooot!). It’s not everyday you meet a man with not only a vision, but follow-through. And I’ll bet it was soooo sweet when he threw me over his shoulder, marched out of the Four Seasons, and carried me to his boudoir. And he wasn’t even put-off by my bunions. Yes, I think I am in lurve.”
These are two obvious questions to pose, but I’m going to ask anyhow: Why would you continue to date a pervert who drugged and took advantage of you? Next question, why would you tell a perfect stranger (who you possibly want to date) that you willingly dated a sex offender who basically raped you? Not appropriate.