S was a girl met on a dating app. She was a pretty-sexy-skinny-tiny Korean girl who used to live in the UK for a few years. She was back in Korea and I guess was missing the exotic European men. We agreed to meet for a hookup on a Friday night.
S was waiting for me at a cafe near my home while I was driving back from work. I entered the cafe and she didn’t notice me right away. I recognized her first, said “Hi” while she was busy looking down to her phone. She looked up at me, said “hi” back and shortly said “ok let’s go to your home” without much more discussion.
We went upstairs and did nothing else than having sex, several times, all night. She told me about her time in the UK but wasn’t much of a talker. The next day morning I walked her back to the bus station and she went back home. We did not talk again for a week. I texted her some day the following week and she replied straight away “how dare you drugged me last time ?”. She was completely crazy and accusing me of drugging her with GHB or whatever while we didn’t have any drinks or food after meeting at the cafe. I was freaking out.
She told me that she knew how it feels to be drugged because she had been several times in the UK. So she knew the aftermath were muscle pain and dizziness. She wouldn’t admit that muscle pain might have been because we had endless sex for a night and the dizziness probably because we didn’t get any food. She was dangerously convinced that I did drug her.
I was looking at solutions to avoid any issues with the police. The best way I found was to meet her again. After all, if she came to my place again without any pressure, nobody would believe her. She came over a couple of weeks later and we have sex again. I was feeling better and out of trouble.
The following morning, I had to go to work and catch that unique bus driving me to my workplace an hour away. I was late and she wound’t move fast, making me even more late. I was upset, in no way I would let her alone in my flat. I finally managed to kick her out and once we got off the elevator, I started to run to catch my bus. I fell on the ground and broke my phone and my knee cap.
I had to wear a cast all over my leg for two months and a half, but at least I was out of trouble.