A bit late to the party...

I was 20 years old and had just moved to Vegas without knowing anyone but my parents and I had just broken up with my boyfriend. Met this guy online and we had a lot in common, okay cool! He asked if I wanted to go to a movie that night and we made plans to go see Lincoln.

I took the bus there and it all seemed like it was going okay. He bought my ticket, we get all comfy in the chairs, and the movie starts. It's all going perfectly okay!

After about 30 minutes, he grabs my hand. Okay, not too weird, it's a date right? Another thirty minutes go by, he leans down and whispers in my ear how pretty I am and how much of a sexual being he is. Kinda weird, ignore everything, keep paying attention to the movie.

His next step was to force me to loom at him, kissing me extremely forcefully and sticking his tongue down my throat. Imagine an octopus tentacle reaching into your mouth, and you'd have an accurate representation. I jerked back, but he the hand he was holding and shoved it on his junk.

I was young and naive and not sure what to do without seeming stupid, so I just got up and sat down next to another group in the theater, finishing out the movie. Once everything was done, he followed me out of the theater, trying to convince me to let him drive me home. He also requested several times that we make a stop at a local place, that's actually a swingers club. I hid out in the hotel until he drove off and took my bus home, forever ignoring his calls.

TL;DR- Was attacked by an octopus while watching Lincoln and then propositioned for a swingers club.