He asked me to put his car in my name


When I sit back and think about some of the men that I’ve dated I shake my head. I remember this one particular disaster date as clear as day.

I was in my senior year of high school and my girlfriend *Nicole was going to hook me up with her boyfriends, friend. Nicole told me that he was a little older, around 22 or 23 and that I was sure to like him. So, being young, semi-fresh and naive, I was completely game. I didn’t even ask her what he looked like, just her telling me that he was older and willing to take me out on a date, I jumped at the chance (what did I know). So NicoleΒ set up the date and it was on. He would pick me up at my mom’s apartment that Friday and we would go hang out…whatever that meant.

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