He told me he'd always wanted to take a beautiful woman to this spot. My nervous response was to ask him whether she was in the trunk. I was completely creeped out. Seriously: third date, darkened beach, fog…
When I told my mother about this date, she bought me pepper spray. This was way before smartphones or Uber and I still had my red Nokia brick phone, may it rest in peace. There's a reason they never run out of programming ideas on the ID channel.
Don't wait until you're stranded to recognize red flags
A 40-something-year-old man invited me to a Labor Day party at a fancy hotel, where he decided to drop ecstasy in the bathroom.
Yeah, at almost 30 I was more than capable of reading the red flags -- like the time he'd grabbed my arm to keep me from leaving his house. This guy clearly had a problem with self-control. Why else would a middle-aged guy be acting like a 20-year-old with a substance-abuse issue? Long story short, the security guards told me he had to leave but I could stay. I left -- alone -- and never spoke to him again.