Story Sent in by Kelley:
I met with Paul for our first date after a busy workday. All I wanted to do was put my hair down, relax, and have a good time with a pretty nice guy who I had met and spoken to online for a few weeks.
It was a warm summer day in late June, and our talk, at dinner, turned to summer plans. He was going on a cross-Europe trip and I would be working and touring beaches up and down the eastern seaboard.
Then, he asked, "Are you going to rock that black bikini?"
As it turned out, I did own a black bikini, but at the time, I just thought he was making casual, non-specific conversation, so I laughed and said, "Probably. I do own a black bikini."
"I know. I've seen pictures of you in it."
Good time was over. I didn't use any bikini pictures in my profile. The only place online that I had such pictures was Facebook, and my privacy settings would've made it impossible for him to have seen the pictures. He and I weren't Facebook friends, yet.
Trying to tamp down on my increasing panic, I asked him, "Where'd you see them?"
"Facebook," he said.
"But we're not Facebook friends."
He nodded. "I know, but I... thought about friending you before the date, so I found your profile, and–"
"But those photos aren't publicly displayed. I'm 100% sure. How did you see them?"
His turn to feel uncomfortable, but for all intents and purposes, he didn't appear to be feeling anything but smugness.
He explained, "Well, I found your dating profile online a few months ago, so I looked you up on Facebook around then and friended you with a made-up person who I said you went to college with."
It was a shock.
He went on, "Wasn't that smart? So I've seen all your pictures, but don't worry. I didn't obsess over them, or something."
Trying to remain casual, I tried to flatter him into giving me the information I wanted. "That was smart. Which one of my friends are you?"
He wagged his finger at me. "That would be telling, and I'm not going to give up on you so easy, ha ha ha ha ha!" He laughed like an evil maniac.
I replied, "I'll probably unfriend you."
"You can try!" and again, that evil maniac laugh.
It was too much. "Excuse me," I said, then slipped out of the booth and went straight home. I was afraid he'd try to follow me, but for the first time that evening, perhaps I had done something that actually shocked him into an uncomfortable place.
Needless to say, as soon as I arrived home, I used some simple deduction to figure out which friend he was, and I removed him from my list. I never heard from him again, but I won't soon forget the way he looked at me, or that evil, maniacal laughter.
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