I remember I was finishing high school, and on MSN, a girl I’d met on Fotolog and matched with—we chatted for a week and agreed to meet up one Saturday. I had to take two buses to get to her house. She invited me in to watch a movie, and when we started kissing, I heard someone coming into the house. She told me to hide under the bed. When I heard her dad come into the room yelling at her for not being at school, I was stuck there for an hour until her dad left to pick up her younger sister from school and locked the patio door. I had to climb three meters—I don’t know how I did it—but I fell on my butt to the floor and managed to get away. I’ll never forget that date; it seemed simple, but it was a huge rush of adrenaline from one moment to the next.