From Redditor u/nextxoxexit:
Met a very sweet guy in his 30s out for drinks. He showed up in a luxury car and proceeded to tell me about his lavish lifestyle. I'm not a gold digger in any way, so it didn't interest me, but he did have lots of nice things like a yacht, several beach homes, foreign cars.
Eventually he realizes I'm not into his things and actually there to get to know him. So we begin talking about ourselves and whatnot. He mentions briefly that he's going through a divorce but that "he's fine."
Several glasses of wine later, we make it back to his place and we get frisky. It ends within literally minutes... which was a letdown but hey, whatever. We all have our moments.
He then proceeds to put a robe around me and spray me with perfume. Which he then explains was his wife's, who left him for a guy who worked for him. He begins sobbing and begging me to just let him cry in my arms... with her robe and perfume on.
At this point, I've pretty much accepted that this dude [is] a full-on grief-overcome psychopath. And that I'm probably going to wind up chained up in his basement with his wife's face taped onto my body or dead.
I keep trying to find reasons to get up like "I have to pee" or "May I check my phone? My sister will find it strange if I don't come home," but he won't budge.
All at once, he gets up and drags me to his car. We're driving in the middle of nowhere and I'm thinking, "So this is how I die," when he finally pulls into a countryside driveway and lays on the horn.
He pulls out his phone and records his wife and [her partner] looking out the window at him. He grabs me out of the car and says "I'm f***ing other people too, Diane!" And we drive off before the cops could arrive. Though I wished desperately those people or the cops would intervene.
We get back to his house, [and] he carries me to bed and says, "I'm not insane. I just need commitment." He has the crazy eyes that only truly sick people can have. He puts his wife's expensive jewelry on me and goes to sleep.
I got up in the middle of the night and without grabbing my clothes found my keys and got the f*ck out of there. My only issue was I was parked in his garage, so I had to use the button to open it, which I knew would wake him. I waited till the door was just open enough and backed out of there like a bat outta hell.
He called and texted me a million times asking, "Why did you leave beautiful?" and "When do I get to see you again?" I blocked his number, and thankfully he didn't know my full name or any other way to locate me.
I pawned the jewelry and never called the cops. I blamed myself for it happening since I willingly went into his home on the first date.
And I never had a one night stand again.