I met this woman off r/r4rindia for a hookup who met me with a fake name, and was so lazy she wouldn’t head downstairs to greet me but poke out a hand through a semi closed door in order to signal where she lay.
Long story short, we got drunk, smoked weed, fucked, and at some point through the night, I may have showed to her my Reddit account.
Amidst trying to fall asleep on her couch later that night, the paranoia from weed mixing with alcohol, and being unable to let go of the sight of a sore refrigerator right across the living room (she had a refrigerator in the living room), I was convinced that this woman was an axe murderer.
For context, I’d watched the documentary on Issei Sagawa and the anime School Days the week before. For anybody who doesn’t know what I’m talking of, don’t google either. Unless you’re like I, who loves creepy shit, both of those stories include refrigerators being stuffed with people’s body parts.
Back to the story. This woman lived alone and I didn’t want to go the way of the Falmer. Few people would have ever found out had she slit my thoat at night.. And I wrote just that in a review in the comment section of a sex based Indian subreddit the next day.
She ended up finding out and didn’t seem very pleased over the chat which ensued. Looking back, I’m going to have to be a lot more cautious who I share my Reddit with.
Boy, am I glad to be alive.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m50xus/mf_my_date_may_not_have_been_an_axe_murderer
In hindsight, she was probably the sweetest person I’ve met online.