I met this guy online, and after about six months of exchanging emails we decided to meet in person. I was overdue for a vacation, so I flew out to him. The night I got there, he took me to this Thai restaurant for dinner. Well, I don't know if it was the food or jetlag or a virus that was going around my work for the week before I left, but I woke up so sick the next morning that I couldn't move. I felt incredibly guilty (even more so with the constant reminders from him that our weekend together was ruined), but no matter what I did I couldn't keep myself from feeling nauseous. I didn't want to explore the city while risking vomiting on a tour, so I opted to stay in bed and try to wait it out. Well, after a mid-day's nap, I woke up to find him going down on me ... apparently, I was having a great dream and he took it as an invitation. I was so disgusted by the experience that I decided to pay the airline's fees and go home a day early. A few weeks later, I got an e-mail from him saying that he was going to call to see how I was doing, but he forgot my name (let's not forget that my email address contains my full name!). What a jerk!!!
— Carla, 35