I've had a few iffy experiences though I'll just bore you with the one
It wasa few years back when I discovered that the internet could be a valuable tool for meeting women. I was always amazed at how different people could be from how they were online but you're young and "any hole's a goal".
I had been talking to this particular girl for a few weeks and everything seemed to be going fine. Seemed very normal but with a bit of a flirty edge. We swapped pictures and again, all normal...she wouldn't win awards but not ugly by any stretch (not that I'm God's gift or anything). You get the idea.
So three weeks passes and she drops me a text asking if I want to come down and stay with her for the weekend. Her parents were going off on holiday leaving her the place to herself. Naturally I said yes and we arranged to meet in Glasgow before travelling out to the country.
The strangeness started on the train heading out when I noticed she kept staring at me. At first, I thought maybe I had a mark on my face or some other reason. Nope... just turned out reckoned she could tell a person's soul if she stared at them enough. Too late to back out at this point so I hope that this episode is just the one off. Not quite.
So we get to her place and it's in the middle of nowhere...something like 5 houses and a lot of fields. We go in and she makes some pizza. I started to feel a bit more at ease until she brought out the pizza and proceeded to start cutting it with scissors. When I suggested a knife she gave me a look not too dissimilar to the look I was giving her for using scissors to cut pizza. Still, this was small fry compared to later.
Night falls and I thought it best not to make a move straight away...to play it by ear. I go to bed and just as I'm settling down I start to hear what initially sounded like whispers. After a while I realised it was chanting and was coming from her room. This lasted one hour.
At that point I was shitting myself and fearing I was going to be sacrificed (watching Wicker Man the previous week didn't help) and I didn't sleep at all...any creaking or tapping immediately making me worry. 8 am the following morning, I am already sitting up, fully clothed and waiting for the first train back. She was very puzzled by the situation but I made excuses (ill relative) and left. I have never been more terrified in my life (may not have been rational but there you go).
We kept in touch for a few more weeks and even set up my mate to go on a date (I told him of my experiences but he seemed happy enough). We stopped talking when they broke up after the second date... she seemed quite insistant that she wanted to fist his anus...he less so (this leaves me wondering if I'd have been burned alive or painfully violated...either way I dodged a bullet).


I will just add that not all experiences were bad. I met someone who I clicked right away with and we've now been married nearly 5 years. :)
(DrBatman, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 1:39, 2 replies)

Have you got her email address.
(badoosh, Sun 23 Oct 2011, 13:53, closed)

I cut pizza with scissors
Is it really that weird?
(evil_edna, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 6:03, closed)

me too, I don't see the problem
everyone gets a piece - the size that they want
(Kip, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 8:42, closed)

Little plactic scissors,
to let everyone know how special you are?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 12:11, closed)

It goes against the natural order of things

(DrBatman, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 14:18, closed)