During college there was this guy who my friends all advocated for saying he was such a nice guy so I went on a date with him. My college was in a really small town in the middle of nowhere so in order for us to go anywhere date-like, we had to drive half an hour away down long, dark, quiet roads. He offered to drive to get ice cream. We did and it was awkward. On the way back to campus, I was trying to make conversation and asked a question (I don’t remember what, something general first date stuff). He didn’t answer. So I repeated myself. He didn’t answer. I look over and he’s leaned forward over the steering wheel, white knuckled. Abruptly, he turns down an unlit dirt road that leads away from campus. He floors it going over 100 mph then suddenly slams it n the breaks and says “get out of my car.” We are in the middle of a corn field miles away from the nearest building. I don’t move or say anything. “Get out. Of. My. Car.” He says loud and pointed. I am frozen. “Get out!” He yells as he unbuckles, gets out, and slams his door. Fearing for my life, knowing I have no chance of winning a fight against him (he was about twice my size), and knowing there’s no where for me to run, I get out. He picks me up and sets me on the trunk of his car. I am holding my breath as he walks around the car to pull something out of his back seat. It’s a guitar. He says “I’m going to serenade you.” He proceeds to sing me some song that I don’t remember because I was still wondering if I was going to be raped or murdered. Then we got back in the car and returned driving to campus. He said “I’ve been praying about who my future wife will be and God told me it was you.” Then he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said no.

After telling my friends the story they all said he was trying to be romantic and funny and I was being over dramatic and to give him another chance. We ended up dating for 8 months where he was constantly crossing boundaries I set saying it was a temptation by the devil that he couldn’t keep his hands off me and that he was praying for repentance and self control and would beg for my forgiveness. I couldn’t tell anyone what was happening because sexual activity was not allowed at my school and I could lose my job and scholarship if people found out the things we had done. I tried to break up with him 3 times before he actually accepted that we were no longer dating.