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I fell in love with waltz. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to learn all the partner dances, so bad, but I didn't have anyone to practice with. You needed a partner! So, innocent me did the obvious thing - post an ad on craigslist asking for a man to come over to practice with me.

This guy in his 40s responded. He claimed to be a competition ballroom coach, and wanted me to come over to his house so he could private tutor me for free. Me, being as sheltered as I was, thought this was a great idea, so I did.

aaand turns out he actually was a competition ballroom coach and a really cool guy and ended up giving me about 10 hrs a week free private coaching as much as I wanted, for over TWO YEARS, and now I know how to dance really well. I'm very grateful to him. Use craigslist, guys!

11:21 PM · Sep 7, 2018

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my life is a long series of me doing stupid unsafe things and ending up with awesome results. When I was 19, I did some nude modeling for money. This guy messaged me and offered me some $$$ for a shoot, and I was like, ok. He tells me to meet him in a parking lot. Weird, but ok

I show up and he's got his big windowless white van - and not just him, but two other men. I feel weird about it, but I'm young and impressionable and so I just get into the van. He drives us out a *long* time, into the wilderness. I leave the van and follow them into the forest.

We hike into some trees, and he tells me to get naked. I do. aaaand then he takes some photos and is super respectful and we drive back to civilization and now I have some beautiful black-and-white nudes of me that are actually super good.

ANOTHER STORY THAT IS EERILY SIMILAR: So I'm 20, I go on an OKC with this guy in Idaho. He's one of those dominant pickup-artisty types. It gets dark; he asks me if I want to "go on an adventure." I say "yes, what adventure?" he says, "It's a surprise."

I get into his van, which had the seats in the back pulled out. He goes to the store, leaves me in the car, and comes back with plastic garbage bags, rope, a head lamp, and towels. He said it's a surprise, so I don't ask what it's for. We drive out TWO HOURS into Idaho wilderness

Idk if you've ever been in the Idaho wilderness but it's buttfuck ass nowhere, you could start, run, and slaughter an entire commune and nobody would ever know. Anyway it's dark now, and late. He pulls over on side of road, we get out. He empties a vial into a wine bottle.

tells me to drink it. I drink it. I am 20 and stupid. He gathers all his gear and has me hike behind him up a steep hill into the pitch black trees. aaaaand turns out there were hot springs, the bags were for trash, rope for climbing, lights for seeing, and we had a lovely time