I was 20 years old. I am female. I had just left the Jehovah's Witness church, after being raised in the "religion," which I use for lack of a better term, more like a cult.
I grew up not being able to be around non witnesses or what they called "worldy people." I had no friends and felt like an alien reassimilating into a foreign culture.
I met Nate while in a motorcycle safety class. I wanted to be a badass and do everything scary I could never do before. He was a nice guy, my age. He asked me out. It was my first date.
I was nervous. We went to dinner and he asked me back to his place. I didn't want to be rude and was super naive.
I was surprised that he had his own home already. It was two story, in a nice neighborhood. We sat and talked and then he offered to show me around. Again being a super naive I said ok.
He had four rooms upstairs. One door was closed. I asked what was in there. He was hesitant but opened the door to an all pink, frilly girl room. It looked dusty.
We walked in and I touched the bedspread. He started to scream and grabbed my arm. He said I would change the germs on the bedspread. No one was allowed to touch anything in that room.
It was all Lindsey's, should doesn't want it disturbed.
We left the room quickly and he crumbled to the ground in the hall, crying. I said that I was very sorry. He then told me that she was his girlfriend and should would be back someday.
They both "decided" to see other people, but he knew she would return to him. I started to panic. The guy got more and more incoherent.
I heard the front door open downstairs and footsteps on the stairs. I was in full panic. I saw an older couple come up the stairs.
The woman picked up Nate and the man asked me to come downstairs.
I said I was on my way out and thank you for a nice evening, but the older man said to sit down. They say Nate next to me. They started yelling at Nate. "How dare he have a girl over.
" "How dare he have sex with a whore." How dare you be so indecent before your God!" I was freaked the f out. I sat there until they stopped.
I said I was his friend and I had no intention of sleeping with him. Then Nate said, " You never like Lindsay, it's your fault."
I got up and grabbed my stuff and raced out the door. Behind me I heard them yelling things like, harlot, whore, gold digger. I never went back to that class.
I learned that day that there are many crazy people in this world. I don't go to people's homes unless I know them well!