A long time ago I met a chap online. It wasn’t this site, but a dating one. The rapport was established quickly and soon I was waiting by the London Eye, wondering if he would turn up or indeed look like his picture.
He turned up, looked good and we spent the new few hours chatting as we walked through London; oblivious to those around us.
Then came the bombshell. He asked me if I wanted to go to his. One of my least favourite films of all time is Taken, as I find the disregard the main characters have for their safety ridiculous when they accept that lift. However I did the same. Off we went; I had agreed.
London soon turned from glitzy world capital to something out of a Stanley Kubrick film. And my anxiety started to creep in. What was I doing? So I bailed. I made an excuse and said I had to go.
It ended badly. And I was left with a battered face, bruised ego and destroyed confidence.
This was a long time ago, but the effects still remain to this day. My mental health suffered enormously and I write this to offer some explanation that I am now an extraordinary anxious person; who often sees this in a worse light, than a positive one. I will often see things in people that are not there and this causes me to be guarded or not quite sure exactly how to properly socialise with people.
It’s getting better but I’d always say be careful guys as I made a mistake a long time ago but managed to escape fairly lightly. At least in the physical sense.