Murray wrote me a message online and we spoke for a good three weeks before he asked me out on a date. I wrote him back and asked him where he wanted to go, and he replied, "We can do an online date."

I wrote back, "What's an online date?"

He replied, "This Friday night, I'll instant message you at 7:00 and we'll both have food and something to drink and we'll talk back and forth like we're on a real, in-person date."

I wrote back, "Why not actually have a real, in-person date?"

He wrote back, "I'd feel better having an online date first. I trust you, but there can be some weirdos on the Internet, as I'm sure you know."

I replied, "True, but what if we were to meet in a public place and keep it to something simple, like coffee? Would that help you feel better?"

He wrote back, "Sure. Yeah. I guess."

We arranged to meet that Friday in a coffee shop, around 5:30pm. I had arrived there and was waiting for him when he called me up and said, "Hey, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it. It's getting dark out."

"So? We agreed on 5:30."

"Yeah, but I didn't think it would be this dark by then. I mean, we'd still be in a public place and all, but the dark can be dangerous, especially if it's our first time meeting. You understand?"

"No. Honestly, Murray, if you don't want to meet up with me now, then I'll move on to other people."

"I'll be right there." He hung up.

When he arrived, he looked a bit nervous but gave me a friendly smile and a hug, all the same.

"You're not a killer, right?" he joked.

I joked back, "Actually, I am. Ha ha ha!"

He screamed, turned, and left. I never contacted or heard from him ever again. —Tina