I was an easy target....I learned a valuable lesson

I was newly divorced. It had been a long time since I had dated. I was in a new city for work, and I was alone (no family in the area).<br><br>I met someone online. We talked for a while. I was pretty open with him about my past....mostly the divorce, but just in general about things that had gone on in my life. He knew I was alone. He knew I didn't know many people in the area.<br><br>We agreed to meet at a restaurant for dinner. I was super nervous. But when I got there, he was already at the bar. I felt a little more comfortable. He had already ordered me a drink, and had one for himself. Things started out fine. We talked about our jobs, our lives, just normal first date stuff. <br><br>He was very good looking. He was very charming. He made me feel at ease....not an easy thing to do, esp since it had been awhile since I had been on a date. <br><br>We sat down at the table, and I remember him pouring me another glass of wine (I don't really drink, but I was trying to act like I was okay with it). We were still chatting. I started to feel sick. I couldn't focus. Everything was blurry. I felt like I couldn't breathe. That's the last thing I remember. <br><br>I don't know how much time passed, but I don't think it was that long. I came to in my car. My head was killing me. I didn't know where I was. <br><br>When I finally felt up to driving, I went to my apartment. I didn't call the police. I didn't tell anyone what had happened. <br><br>I got a text from him. Apparently, when I went unconscious at the table, he told the staff that I had too much to drink and he was going to take me to my car and "call me a taxi". I have no idea how he got me in my car, or how he drove me to a park (which is where I woke up). I have no idea how he got in my car without a key, or what he did to me that whole time. I have no idea why no one stopped him. <br><br>I don't remember a lot of details. I don't remember much of that night. But what I do remember is how I felt. It's a feeling that is indescribable. It's a feeling like I was in grave danger, and no one knew or cared. It's a feeling that I can never get rid of. <br><br>I did end up calling the police, but all they really said was to be careful. They never found out who he was, and I never heard from him again. <br><br>Please be careful out there. Please trust your instincts. Never feel pressured to meet someone just because you feel obligated. It's not worth it. Trust me.