Business & Bullshit: I Was Almost Date Raped
Being married has a lot of perks, but one perk is definitely not being in the dating world, better yet, the Atlanta dating world. I was fresh out of surgery and a relationship that ended because of extreme jealousy even though he was the one being unfaithful. I escaped to my best friend’s house for nearly a year because being at home was not an option. My ex-boyfriend was calling and texting my phone so much that I had a friend threaten to call the police. A few months later, I wanted to see what the scene was like for dating. I met a few guys and went on a few first dates. They all flopped! All they wanted was sex! I hated it and it made me very down on the ATL dating scene. I love sex, don’t get me wrong, but I’m very much so a sapiosexual; more specifically, a sapiosubmissive.
Finally, I met a guy who could talk about more than just sex. He had started an online marking company and was fairly successful at it. I loved his “from the projects to university graduate” story. His excitement for his new business was contagious. When he talked to me, he asked deep questions that I couldn’t answer with just a simple yes or no. I liked that about him. He wasn’t bad on the eyes either. We went to dinner one night and as soon as I got back home, we were on the phone again. He asked me did I want to come over that night and watch movies with him, his cousin, and his cousin’s girlfriend. He said he was tired of feeling like the third wheel all the time. I told him sure.
At that time I really didn’t know the city all that well and since we had such a good time at dinner, I thought it would be fine if he picked me up. That’s when things started to go awry. When he arrived at my friend’s house, he called me to come out instead of picking me from the door. I’m walking towards the car and I see two people. I just stand there because I’m not expecting that. I felt the stirring in the pit of my stomach that something wasn’t right. He got out and opened the back door for me. I got in and he told me this was his cousin and roommate. That made me feel better but I couldn’t fully shake the feeling. He said he and his cousin had to make a few runs before they went back to their apartment. We went to a couple stores and during this time, I got to know his cousin better. I became more comfortable, especially when his girlfriend called. I could tell he loved her. His voice was quieter and more gentle as they spoke than when he was talking to his cousin and I. It was charming. Our last stop was the liquor store. He asked me if I wanted anything. I told him I didn’t drink. He asked why. I told him that I didn’t really like the taste of alcohol.
When we arrived at his apartment and walked in, I was shocked to see like 4 guys there. I just kinda stood in the middle of the floor with my mini dress and thigh high boots on as he introduced me. One guy was sitting on the couch playing with his phone, another was playing a video game on the tv, another one was watching porn on a laptop, and the fourth one was sitting at the kitchen table going through a stack of papers. I wanted to leave in that instant but his cousin grabbed my arm and led me to the sofa. He sat down beside me and we started talking. I asked him where was his girlfriend. He said that he was waiting for her call so that he could go pick her up from the hair salon. That made me feel a bit better. Maybe these guy’s were waiting for girls to arrive too. My date was engaged in a conversation with the guy at the table I was introduced to as his business partner.
His cousin got the call from his girlfriend so he left. That was when the other guys in the room began looking at me. My date then came over and talked to me. His business partner said his goodbyes and left with the stack of papers. My date asked if I wanted something to drink. I said yes. He brought me a cup of something and told me to taste it. I asked him what it was. He said he had made me a drink. I reminded him that I didn’t drink. He insisted that I just taste it. I said no. He took the cup back into the kitchen. That was odd to me. Why didn’t he just drink it? At that point, I asked him could I talk to him in private. He said yes and walked me to his bedroom.
When we came into the bedroom he pushed me against the door and tried to kiss me. I pushed him back and said, “No, I am really trying to talk to you.” He said okay and asked what I wanted to talk about. I told him that I was uncomfortable and I thought it would be just me, his cousin and his cousin’s girlfriend there. He said yes and his friends were about to leave soon. He said his cousin would be back in a couple hours and we could stay in the bedroom until they got back if I was uncomfortable around his friends. I said ok. Then he pushed me on the bed and told me to talk off my clothes so he could eat my pussy. I told him no. I wasn’t taking off my clothes, especially while all of those guys were there. I could see he was mad I wouldn’t take off my clothes so I told him to take me home. He told me to find my own way home.
I flew out of that apartment. I was terrified. It took me at least 20 minutes to find my way out of the complex. I walked up the street to a gas station and called my friend so she could pick me up. I was too scared to do it around the apartment because I thought he would find me. The gas station was closing so I walked to some businesses behind the gas station and breathed a sign of relief. It was a Jamaican dance club that my friend and I had been to a couple weeks prior. There were police parked outside as security. I stood with them and told them what happened while waiting for my friend. They flirted with me and made me laugh. That was a really scary night though. The kicker is that he had the nerve to text me the next day acting like nothing ever happened. I quickly blocked his number and deleted his text.