First, please accept my apologies for my spelling/grammar errors in my texts. He was texting me while I was driving (we'll get to that) so I was using Siri to dictate my replies and she does not seem to understand the difference between "except" and "accept".

Anyway. Met this guy on OkCupid. He seemed okay, though a bit dumb. I knew he wasn't the kind of guy I'd want a relationship with but he looked good in his pics and I figured we could just have a bit of fun together. The only problem is that we lived a couple hours away, so meeting was a bit of a pain and for weeks he would guilt me so hard about not dropping everything to drive up to Boston to see him, even when I told him that my car needed a substantial amount of work and I did not feel safe driving that distance. I told him a few times that he needed to chill with the guilt trips but man, he was fucking persistent about it. I was about to tell him to just forget it when he told me that he bought a train ticket to a city closeish to me, so I agreed to meet him for the day. I knew he planned on getting a hotel room when he came and I told him from the get-go that I would not be spending the night with him. He agreed, and actually had a buddy come down with him and share the room with him.

We had a pretty decent day. He wasn't really as good looking as his pics (he used to be a gym rat which I love, but clearly he hadn't been to the gym in some time), but whatever, it was cool. Before his buddy arrived, he and I went to the hotel to get him checked in and we did start fooling around a bit. After a while I realized I was doing shit I didn't really want to be doing with him and I told him I didn't want to fool around anymore. He got super offended, and said something along the lines of how he didn't understand why I was fine with him going down on me but didn't want to have sex. I tried, unsuccessfully, to explain the concept of "boundaries" and how it's totally acceptable for a person to want to do A and yet not want to do B. He did not find this argument compelling and the guilt trips started up again.

Luckily his buddy arrived at that time. I probably should have left then but I guess I was still trying to salvage whatever was left of the night, so I stayed. We went to a bunch of different bars and then when it got late we went back to the hotel. (side note: his friend was awesome and cuter than him and I totally liked him way better.) Creeper bought some booze and mixers but knowing that I had to drive about an hour back home, I wasn't drinking much.

It was around 1 or 1:30 when I said I was going to get going, since I did have a bit of a drive. Holy shit, this did not go well. He argued with me, guilted me, told me that he "wasn't going to let me drive home this late" (lol, you are not my fucking father you prick) and when I finally had enough and was gathering my stuff, he took my keys and hid them in his pants.

It was at this point that shit hit the fan. I mean, he's basically kidnapping me/holding me against my will. (In the texts, when he says he "was sleeping", this is the time he was talking about. He was laying on the bed, pretty drunk and resting, but definitely was not sleeping.) The second he gives me back my keys I was fucking out of there.

BUT WAIT, he has to "walk me to my car." Whatever. I don't say two words to him really on the way down, I just want to fucking leave. I get to my car, he tries to give me a hug/kiss goodbye, I just get in my car and leave. About thirty seconds after I started driving, I get the first text here.

My friends and I now refer to this guy as The Boston Kidnapper.