I was 18 years old, really naive and thought nothing could go wrong when you have a good spirit, good intentions, and trust people’s intentions and hearts. Yes, I was really stupid, particularly because I almost died on a date, or at least that’s how I felt after what happened. I was fresh out of high school, but I didn’t want to move away to college. My parents and I decided I’d take a sabbatical and help out in the family business, (we have a pharmacy) so I was stoked to make my own money and perhaps, go on a family vacation afterwards. I was nothing but a grown up teenager, but despite being a lot more innocent than my peers, I was really into older guys. I wanted to have my first kiss, and meet the kind of guy who’d like to run away with me into the sunset. I didn’t want to get married or nothing like that, but I kept fantasizing about meeting prince charming and driving off to L.A. and stay at hotel, go out to dinner, and walk at night across the beach. One my bffs told me that Craigslist was a great way to meet guys because they posted really romantic ads where they said they were looking for “classy girls” and “females looking for long term relationships.” I pretty much shrugged it off until one day; I decided to check an ad.