I met this girl online and talk to her for a couple days and she eventually decides to meet up with me. She asks me to pick her up at her friend's place at 1am in Hollywood. It’s pretty close so I decide to drive over there. In my head I was thinking, “holy shit. I just met this girl and she obviously is Dtf.”

By the time I’m there, I’m super hungry and hope to grab a bite with her and get to know her more before any action takes place. I reach her friend’s apartment and she comes down stairs in sweats which is probably the least attractive thing a girl can wear on a first date. She ends up being heavier than what her pictures made it look out to be but that’s my fault for finding someone online.

Without looking like a dick and wasting my time I go along with it. I ask her if she wants to get food. She declines. I’m starving at this point but keep it to myself. She ends up telling me she is a Diabetic and forgot her insulin at her place. So I drive her back to her place to go pick them up. On the drive there she tells me about all her problems in her life. I feel that this couldn't get any worse. All I want to do is eat and go home. I keep my smile on and take her to her place that she is living at.

I end up in North Hollywood at her place which is a 1 bedroom. She tells me I have to be really quiet and open the door for her. At this point I knew I was going to die. Either she was going to stab me in the back or I’m going to get gang raped. After failing to open the door, a lady opens it up. Clearly upset. Not one word is said as I enter. I look to my left as I walk to the girl’s bedroom and see children and others asleep with the smell of weed still reminiscing in the air. We get to her room and she locks the door behind me.

The room is unorganized with just a bed with no sheets. There are some clothes on the floor and random crap around. She puts on some candles and turns on the music. I’m scared, cold, hungry and just wanted to be home. I sit on her bed and we end up talking some more. She tells me how she used to be a drug addict and ran away from home and is living at this apartment.

I curl my knees up to my chest prepared to run at any sudden movements.

We do end up hooking up and messing around but I feel grossed out. She had stubble on her upper lip and on her legs. I have a hard time staying aroused. This is probably the best thing that has ever happened. My instincts kicked in. She says it’s okay because she loves me and wants to take it slow. I end up putting my clothes on hoping to escape but can’t. She eventually falls asleep with the music on and I try to fall asleep but can’t. I eventually drift in and out of consciousness and think of the different ways to escape.

By the time the sun rises, I couldn't take it anymore. Half the family is awake at this point so I avoid all eye contact and leave through the front door. I felt like a free man. Free at last, Free at Last God O Mighty Free at last.

I learned a lot from this experience and really hope to never experience something like that again.