Well I have been pretty quiet lately for good reason.
Not sure what happened with Denise.
We met up for drinks and I thought some chemistry was there. She was decently cute and obviously I am baller. A few drinks lead to more drinks. I ended up going back to her place. There was cats. There were papers scattered everywhere in her kitchen, I didn't know what any of it met. I started to get the spins. She told me it must have been the martinis and she was feeling it a little too and to come relax on her bed and she would watch TV. I didn't know her well butt I knew I couldn't drive like that so I didn't know what else to do. I remember nothing, except a few of what seem to be still photos in my mind. I remember being tied up, and knocks on the door. Multiple knocks on the door and women laughing and something about "it's called asshole tax, Steve". I woke up alone in a hallway in my boxers with what look to be rope burns on my arms and legs, I drove home an hour in my underwear because I have no idea what happened to my clothes and I haven't been able to defecate since. She has ignored me since. Once she wrote on Facebook chat "LOL BITCH" and immediately logged off.
Wallet by my side, all contents in it.
So I don't know, but I do have some blood tests etc. scheduled within the next week, I figure play it safe.
Might be done with internet chicks.