Dates are special, some refer to them as nights to remember. Of course, there are some you would rather not remember. Some that make your stomach churn by just the thought. But thinking back, there was one date in particular that I wish had been only a nightmare, not a living one. Not like tonight.
I wasn't usually a fan of dating apps. I was more the kind of person to meet someone someplace and talk for a couple hours. The whole dating app thing felt more like a popularity contest to me, being compared to dozens of other women in hopes that you get just lucky enough for a decent guy to swipe right on you. In fact, had my best friend, Chelsea, not met her significant other on a dating app, I might not have touched it.
"What's the worst that could happen," she told me. "It's not like you'd be going on a date with a serial killer or anything. If you find someone with too many red flags, you can just block them."
She was right. Even still, it was difficult to try getting with someone you can't talk to face to face. But just for her, I humored the idea of it. I found myself laying in bed, staring up at my phone, the photos of guys' profiles staring back at me.
There was so many guys that looked creepy, their faces partially hidden by shadows. Most of them posed in front of their bathroom mirrors like they were trying to show themselves off. I mean muscles were okay but where was the personality? I didn't bother much looking at people's bios, as I'm sure they'd be as lacking as they looked. I'm sure that sounds mean, but I've got to be picky if I'm trying to find my other half on here.
Then, I came across this guy. He looked so mysterious, standing next to a tree with sunglasses on and his dark hair slicked back. He was clean shaven and looked pretty attractive. I had to swipe right on the guy. His name even sounded attractive, Evan.
A moment after I swiped, a message popped up, saying we were a match. I was surprised, a spark of joy hit me. Did I just giggle? I cleared my throat and composed myself. I didn't live with anyone to hide my joy from, it just felt weird getting happy over the same app I'd been trying to avoid for so long.
He was the one to message me first. He asked what I was up to this time of night. I told him I was just bored. We slowly started opening up to each other after that, talking about our enjoyment for horror, as well as working a retail job. I worked at the local fast food place, Happy Harold's. He, on the other hand, worked at the sub shop across the street. I figured we must have seen each other since we worked that close, but he insisted he was a new hire. He said he had just recently moved to town.
He asked me if there were any good, smaller and less crowded restaurants around town. He said he was an introvert and wasn't big on crowded places. I told him about the café on the other side of town. At night hardly anyone goes in. He said it sounded perfect and asked if I wanted to go with him tomorrow night. I laughed, I mean, it was such short notice. It only felt right though, to meet him face to face and really get to know him. Was I jumping into this too quickly? I figured I had nothing going on tomorrow. I told him yes. I might as well get some excitement on my day off.
The next night, I spent most of it getting ready for my date. I took a shower and started shaving my legs. I planned on wearing a skirt and the last thing I wanted was for him to be freaked out by my hairy legs. They weren't terrible, but noticeable. I finished shaving one leg and carried through to my left leg. Just as I hit my last few passes, I felt something sharp. Did I really just cut myself? I lifted the razor to find no blood, not even a hint of a scratch. I was fine.
I left the restroom and threw on my outfit. I did my makeup in the mirror and headed out the door.
He was waiting for me at a booth against the far wall. It was a little distant from everyone else, but there was something about this guy that made me trust him. He looked just about the same as he did in his profile picture. I grabbed the chair across from him and sat down.
We talked a little while, getting to know each other. I found out that the reason he moved here was because he got in an argument with his parents not too long ago. He didn't want to tell me what about, but it must have been bad to move so far away from them.
As we talked, my leg began to itch, the same spot I thought I'd cut myself earlier. I leaned down slightly and scratched it, trying not to draw attention to it, as to not alarm him.
He told me that one of the reasons he really liked this town was how quiet it was. He said he felt more relaxed here, walking around at night. That seemed a little sketchy, but I went with it. There was this hint of mystery and danger about him that made me more attracted. I could feel a trickle of liquid run down my leg and into my shoe. Was that sweat? I was about to excuse myself, but instead, he left for the restroom.
I grabbed a napkin and leaned down to check out my leg. It was bleeding. Somehow, the scratching must have broken just enough skin from the cut earlier that it got this bad.
I tried wiping it up but there was a lot of blood. I leaned back up to gather more napkins when I felt something cold and metal pressed against my neck. I heard Evan whisper in my ear. I shoved him away and ran toward the door. At least, I tried. The leg that was bleeding was completely numb, causing me to fall on my face. I couldn't move my leg. I tried crawling for the door, or at least to where people could see me. I tried crying out for help but he leaned down and put his hand around my throat.
I felt the cold blade plunge deep into my back with incredible pain. He lifted me slightly and cut my throat. He then took off toward the back, out of sight from anyone in the building.
I wasn't usually a fan of dating apps. I was more the kind of person to meet someone someplace and talk for a couple hours. The whole dating app thing felt more like a popularity contest to me, being compared to dozens of other women in hopes that you get just lucky enough for a decent guy to swipe right on you. In fact, had my best friend, Chelsea, not met her significant other on a dating app, I might not have touched it.
"What's the worst that could happen," she told me. "It's not like you'd be going on a date with a serial killer or anything. If you find someone with too many red flags, you can just block them."
She was right. Even still, it was difficult to try getting with someone you can't talk to face to face. But just for her, I humored the idea of it. I found myself laying in bed, staring up at my phone, the photos of guys' profiles staring back at me.
There was so many guys that looked creepy, their faces partially hidden by shadows. Most of them posed in front of their bathroom mirrors like they were trying to show themselves off. I mean muscles were okay but where was the personality? I didn't bother much looking at people's bios, as I'm sure they'd be as lacking as they looked. I'm sure that sounds mean, but I've got to be picky if I'm trying to find my other half on here.
Then, I came across this guy. He looked so mysterious, standing next to a tree with sunglasses on and his dark hair slicked back. He was clean shaven and looked pretty attractive. I had to swipe right on the guy. His name even sounded attractive, Evan.
A moment after I swiped, a message popped up, saying we were a match. I was surprised, a spark of joy hit me. Did I just giggle? I cleared my throat and composed myself. I didn't live with anyone to hide my joy from, it just felt weird getting happy over the same app I'd been trying to avoid for so long.
He was the one to message me first. He asked what I was up to this time of night. I told him I was just bored. We slowly started opening up to each other after that, talking about our enjoyment for horror, as well as working a retail job. I worked at the local fast food place, Happy Harold's. He, on the other hand, worked at the sub shop across the street. I figured we must have seen each other since we worked that close, but he insisted he was a new hire. He said he had just recently moved to town.
He asked me if there were any good, smaller and less crowded restaurants around town. He said he was an introvert and wasn't big on crowded places. I told him about the café on the other side of town. At night hardly anyone goes in. He said it sounded perfect and asked if I wanted to go with him tomorrow night. I laughed, I mean, it was such short notice. It only felt right though, to meet him face to face and really get to know him. Was I jumping into this too quickly? I figured I had nothing going on tomorrow. I told him yes. I might as well get some excitement on my day off.
The next night, I spent most of it getting ready for my date. I took a shower and started shaving my legs. I planned on wearing a skirt and the last thing I wanted was for him to be freaked out by my hairy legs. They weren't terrible, but noticeable. I finished shaving one leg and carried through to my left leg. Just as I hit my last few passes, I felt something sharp. Did I really just cut myself? I lifted the razor to find no blood, not even a hint of a scratch. I was fine.
I left the restroom and threw on my outfit. I did my makeup in the mirror and headed out the door.
He was waiting for me at a booth against the far wall. It was a little distant from everyone else, but there was something about this guy that made me trust him. He looked just about the same as he did in his profile picture. I grabbed the chair across from him and sat down.
We talked a little while, getting to know each other. I found out that the reason he moved here was because he got in an argument with his parents not too long ago. He didn't want to tell me what about, but it must have been bad to move so far away from them.
As we talked, my leg began to itch, the same spot I thought I'd cut myself earlier. I leaned down slightly and scratched it, trying not to draw attention to it, as to not alarm him.
He told me that one of the reasons he really liked this town was how quiet it was. He said he felt more relaxed here, walking around at night. That seemed a little sketchy, but I went with it. There was this hint of mystery and danger about him that made me more attracted. I could feel a trickle of liquid run down my leg and into my shoe. Was that sweat? I was about to excuse myself, but instead, he left for the restroom.
I grabbed a napkin and leaned down to check out my leg. It was bleeding. Somehow, the scratching must have broken just enough skin from the cut earlier that it got this bad.
I tried wiping it up but there was a lot of blood. I leaned back up to gather more napkins when I felt something cold and metal pressed against my neck. I heard Evan whisper in my ear. I shoved him away and ran toward the door. At least, I tried. The leg that was bleeding was completely numb, causing me to fall on my face. I couldn't move my leg. I tried crawling for the door, or at least to where people could see me. I tried crying out for help but he leaned down and put his hand around my throat.
I felt the cold blade plunge deep into my back with incredible pain. He lifted me slightly and cut my throat. He then took off toward the back, out of sight from anyone in the building.
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