**WARNING THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ASSUALT**
So no shit, there I was. Sitting in the armchair of my dimly lit studio apartment. Kimber 1911 45 caliber pistol in my right hand and my cell phone in the other. I stared at the front door, patiently awaiting, and silently cursing her expected arrival. I never envisioned this happening, but after reflecting on the previous three weeks, the red flag were numerous and ever so present.
It all started on Tinder of all places. I was living alone and the isolation from physical contact was too great to ignore after a month of extremely limited human interaction. Dating apps seemed to be the best bet at interacting with someone new. Attempting to enjoy my first foray on tinder in a long time netted far too little results and left me feeling desperate and hopeless until I came across her profile.