So I met a woman on an online dating site. She said her name was Nicki and she was very pretty and seemed like a nice person. She invited over to her place the very day that we met online. We exchanged numbers, called each other a few times before I left to her place.
So I drove to the address she gave me. She wanted to meet me out in my car, which I assumed was a safety precaution. I was fine with it. She entered my car and we had a pleasant chat, although it difficult for me to understand what she was saying a lot of the time. I don’t know how to say this politely, but she grew up in the city I presume and wouldn’t make a good English teacher. But she seemed really sweet. She also revealed to me that her name wasn’t Nicki, but Tosha. She said she gave me the wrong name because she had just met me.
As we were in the car, she said she had to call her son, so she took her cell phone out, but her son wasn’t answering her calls. She asked if she could use my cell phone because her son might pick up not knowing it was her.
She was leaving my car as she was making the call. Like I said, I had a very difficult time understanding her, and I don’t think she was clear about her plans. She instructed me not to leave the car. She mentioned something about getting her kid to through down a key she needed from her apartment window, something about getting her kid to a babysitters house, and she told me that she would pull up next to me with her truck. Before I realized that she still had my phone, she was gone. (I know, I’m an idiot).
I had no idea how long it would take for her to come back. I wondered if she was taking her kid to the babysitter’s house while I was waiting, but I, (being a moron), assumed she would be back within 10 minutes. It’s winter time in Buffalo… surely she wouldn’t have me wait in the car for too long. Plus she had my phone.
I don’t exactly know how long I waited for her to come back. Two and a half hours sounds about right.
At that point I was almost in tears. My parents bought me that phone for my birthday. It was $200, and it was my first smart phone. I LOVED that phone. After I realized that she was probably not coming back, I went to my brother’s apartment to use HIS phone to call the girl. Her number was in my phone, but she gave me her number on the website where we met… so I go to look at the message she sent me with her phone number on it, but the message disappeared. So I tried to call MY number from my brothers phone, but she didn’t answer. I tried contacting her on the web site we met at, but she had blocked me.
Well, I called Verizon first and canceled the phone out so she couldn’t use it. Then I called the police. They said to come down to the station to file a report. My brother and I did that, but the cops didn’t seem too optimistic about getting it back.
We got a warranty on the phone… but it’s going to cost some money to get a new one. This is embarrassing to admit, but my mother was furious at me when I told her. I guess she has a right to be. Right now I’m more upset with myself than I am at the woman that stole the phone. I know it’s just a phone, but this experience has put my in a dark place that I haven’t been in for a long time. I’m really depressed about everything, I’m worried about the money I have to spend on a new phone, and I’m mad at myself. I’m sad that someone would take advantage of me. I’m a lonely guy, and I was excited for the date.
I know they say “live and learn”, but I really dropped the ball on this one. And, though I’ve learned from this mistake, I’ll probably do something stupid again within a week, because I’m so naive. My mother being disappointed in me stings the worst.
I had to rant. If anyone has any suggestions on what to do now, I would be happy to hear them. If anyone wants to grill me about letting a stranger walk away with my cell phone, I deserve it, so bring it on. I’m going to take a nap soon… because that’s what I do when I’m this depressed. I really hate myself right now.