No cell phone back then, so I was stranded out at the reservoir with a loser who clearly had no respect for me. There was a huge filthy mess of dishes in the kitchen, and a mountain of dirty laundry in the bedroom."You can start wherever you want," he said, and flicked on the TV.
I couldn't get up and leave because I was hooked to an IV!
After the donation was over we went through a fast food drive-thru and got some sandwiches and then a case of beer.
Once we got out in the sun at the reservoir, drank the beer, and ate the sandwich, I proceeded to feel sicker than I have ever felt before and throw up all over the beach. There were many men from all over the world at the U.
That was 17 years ago and I still can remember how sick I felt. I met one from India and after we had coffee one afternoon, and he invited me back to his place.
I was really happy about it because I considered this guy a colleague and thought it was really nice of him to want to keep in touch with me. He was driving a rented sports car, a little flashy for a guy on a conference trip but ok.
He was about 15 years older than me, but that didn't matter because this was a dinner between friends. He was dressed like a man going for a night at the clubs as well. He suggested we see a movie and I was a little surprised but agreed.
He took me to an "alternative" theatre downtown and I sat through 90 minutes of borderline softcore. He didn't seem to notice or care that I was embarassed and uncomfortable.
On a first date when I was a freshman in college, we were going to go to the reservoir for the afternoon on a beautiful Indian Summer day.
First, we had to "get some cash." He took me to a blood bank to donate plasma!
We got extra cash since it was the first visit for both of us and while I was there, my bed "won" the drawing and I received an extra .
I was so shocked by all this all I could do was sit frozen and hope it was a bad dream.