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I had met this guy on an online dating site and we had been talking for a few weeks. He showed a real interest in me. He told me that he was interested in meeting someone for a long-term relationship and I was excited about the possibility. I'm a student living a different state and we decided to meet over last weekend.

This wasn't going to be a regular meeting. We were going to trip together. I'm not new to psychedelics and had taken acid before and enjoyed it and I felt really connected to the person I'd previously taken it with, so I felt like this wouldn't be a bad idea. The guy was very experienced with acid. He drives here to me and we take the acid. He's supposed to stay over and we're supposed to get brunch. It was going to be the perfect date. So we're having a great time, and it's everything that I thought it was going to be and more. It was beautiful and fun, and I really started to feel a connection with him.

It was at this point where we decided to take a shower — but first we smoked some weed. In hindsight, this is exactly when the trip took a turn for the worse. My roommate (a 19-year-old female) rolled a joint for us and we all smoked. After we smoked I got confused and hazy and, long story short, I thought my roommate was trying to take my soul and that I was descending to hell and that my date guy was my savior. I definitely freaked him out. For a while I thought he was some sort of god. I yelled at him to impregnate me and begged him to free me "this frozen place." That really freaked him out. Believe me, Dan, I don't want to get pregnant and, yeah, I like the guy, but I don't want to marry him or anything. I ended up running him out after we tussled when I locked him inside my room. (At that point I thought my roommate was going to take him away and then steal my soul and burn me alive — I know. I went insane) I started screaming these absolutely deafening screams while trying to hold on to him. He ran out without his coat and I ran naked outside to escape my roommate until she finally managed to calm me down by feeding me some dumplings.

When I came to, I was mortified! I contacted him to apologize. He didn't answer me back. He un-followed me social media. My roommate had gotten his number from my phone after he ran out, so she could his things for and return them to him. I apologized again using my roommate's phone this time and I really gave him a full and heartfelt apology. He replied to my roommate that there were no hard feelings and that was glad that I was okay but that I really made him uncomfortable. I'm going to give this guy some space, because there's really nothing else I can do, but I wanted to ask you something.

If a girl you were talking to for a few weeks freaked out on you on acid, would you ever speak to her again?

Completely Unfortunate Trip Obliterates Friendly Feelings

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And a bonus question, not put to me, but forwarded to me by a Twitter follower...

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Okay, some unsolicited advice for this poor woman: Your boyfriend of two months enjoys blueberry porn? That's fine. Your boyfriend of two months withholds sex unless you chug Coke and down Mentos and endure painful bloating and cramping? (Wouldn't downing Coke and Mentos kill you? Guess not.) Get a new boyfriend. But if you absolutely can't live without this boyfriend—this boyfriend you don't wanna change—you're definitely gonnawanna get yourself one of these:



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