I was spending the night drinking heavily, watching some TV at my mom’s, who I was living with at the time like a boss, and taking a look at my phone here and there. My mom was out of town so I had the place to myself but no plans were coming together. No big deal, Terminator 2 was on. Fuck yeah.
This girl named Cathy was talking to me here and there on Tinder, but was already tied up with something else. She had a few pictures on her Tinder profile, pretty cute blonde girl, but it was hard to get a good idea of just how hot she was. Suddenly her plans fell through and she started getting verrrrrry pushy about hanging out and seeing one another, and for me to help her out of the situation she had gotten herself into, but she wasn’t being at all specific. I was about 95% skeptical, pretty drunk and enjoying myself plenty with good ole Arnie saving the world. She was insistent, however, and I agreed to meet at a bar very near my place because I didn’t want to make much of an effort to this and was fully prepared for it to fall apart or blow up. I get in my car and she says she’s at the bar waiting for me.