I've got more than a few first date horror stories, but one of my favorites (and I use that term loosely) was a tinder date I went on.
So I matched with this dude, he seemed nice, and we agree to meet up at a coffee shop.
Talking is awkward but he's giving me some neckbeardy vibes.
Example: I complimented his American traditional style tattoo and his response was "Huh I didn't think girls would know anything about tattoos".
Note that this was after me talking about the tattoos I have. But whatever. It's cool.
He also tried to forcefully order for me and I just kinda was like "lol no", but I just figured whatever, he's nervous trying to show out or some shit.
Everything is still going ok until he walks me to my car. We hug, and he leans in for a kiss, I'm like whatever I don't care, that's fine, we're making out a little and I feel his hand moving up to my face, and I think "Oh, ok, he's just gonna put his hand on the back of my neck or my chin or in my hair or whatever" NOPE. I WAS WRONG. SO WRONG.
This motherf**ker decides it's a swell idea to start choking me.
At this point is would be pertinent to mention I'm a 5'8" female of average size, and he's a 6'2"+ stocky dude.
I freeze, because that's my response to threatening situations, and he leans over and whispers in my ear "Yeah, you like that? You like being daddy's little slut" and I'm just sitting there waiting for him to let go of my neck, because I am pinned against the car.
I finally manage to stammer out a "Wuh-what" and he proceeds to tighten his grip and repeat the question, to which my survival instincts are screaming SAY WHAT YOU NEED TO so I just manage to choke out "yes sir" and he lets me go.
I proceed to get the f**k out of there and chew him out after the fact.
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