gigamatic

Well, the story is actually really pathetic. When I was in college in Athens, the "scene" was kind of non-existent outside the bars on specific nights, and I had been chatting with this one guy online. No photo (should've been my first warning sign), but most people back then didnt have scanners, etc. I didn't think anything of it, but we decided to meet after work and maybe hang out.

Now, those of you who know me know that I will give anyone a chance as far as meeting new people. I don't care what you look like, as long as your personality meshes well with mine, I'll befriend you.

So... after work, I agree to meet this new guy. He's about 5'9, pudgy, dark hair, glasses, and sort of living-in-mom's-basement looking, which was typical for that town. He was small enough and shy enough I didnt see him as a threat, so I agreed to go to the lake to hang out. (public place, etc.)

Well, I didn't realize there was more than one "lake" near Athens. While I was thinking about the one at the state park, he was thinking the nudie lake off the dirt road back in the hills. Yes, folks, there is one. It's owned, apparently, by the one CIS prof. And, most of the nude bodies I saw there were fellow students and coworkers from my dept.

It became apparent there was only one reason he wanted to go there: to see me naked, and to possibly get some action later. I was waaaaay creeped out, and after about 10 minutes of sitting there mortified by the sights around me, I told him we needed to leave. (After all, he wasn't getting naked, so I sure as hell wasn't.)

I had him take me back uptown, and after that I never saw or heard from him again. Nobody ever said anything at work, and I was glad. Everything returned back to normal, and I never went back to that place again.