The One Who Kidnapped Me

FLASHBACK FRIDAY!

At my college, we have the ever so wonderful ratio of 

70% female and 30% male students. 

Being the straight female that I am, 
it leaves little wiggle room in my dating pool.

But luck was on my side last year when I found myself a man, 
I mean a boy...

I admired him from afar in my Philosophy class and 

thanks to my charming personality, he was doing the same. 

We all know what the next step is after determining there's a spark.
 You make the friendship Facebook official!

This all basically lead up to our first date. 

Make that our ONLY date. 

Looking especially sharp in a blazer and jeans, 
he fetched me from my dorm and 

took me to a lovely Italian dinner.

He paid for the meal, pulled out my chair and while walking 

to the car he offered his jacket. 

We did the whole casual talk thing but I soon realized

 this was going nowhere...

I know! 

What a catch and yet I was ready to release him back into the dating pond. 

As we drove off, he asked if I would like to go to his place to watch a movie. 

I told him it was getting late and that I had to get up early. 

I figured that was a big enough hint towards 

'PLEASE take me home' 

but he had other plans... 

As we approached the school, I waited for him to turn into my dorm parking lot. 

One problem- he passed it five parking lots ago!

He was shortcuttin' it to his house and

all I could do was just sit there trying to think of the best way 
to get out of this whole kidnapping thing.

Jump out of the car? 
No.
Too risky for my own well being.

Pretend I have an emergency phone call? 
No.
He will probably ask to come with me to make sure everything is alright.

Start to choke and be taken to the hospital? 
No.
He would stay over night to make sure I survived.

Unfortunately my brain could not process the information fast enough 

and I soon ended up at his place

 where he insisted we watch a movie in his room. 

Alone.

On his bed.

With the lights off. 

If that is not considered kidnapping and holding hostage, 
I don't know what is.

He laid on his bed while I stuck to the corner farthest from him 
and we watched a classic guy humor movie that showed way too many boobs.
Great first date movie. 

When the movie was over, 
he asked to watch another one, but once again,
I pulled out the whole "I have things to do tomorrow."

He finally got it this time and took me home. 

Besides the whole being held up in his room for three hours 
while feeling too uncomfortable to even use the bathroom, 
it was an interesting night to look back on. 

Lesson Learned:

If/When this happens to you, make sure your roommates have your back!

My lack of support got me kidnapped and I will never let them forget that...

That way, if hours go by and there is no word from you, 

they can call you and that can be your get away.

It may be the difference between a hostage situation and 

being in the safety of your own home!

Original Post Date: 2/16/11