SFBD Storytime Sunday: Music Cures All

Welcome to SFBD Storytime Sundays! Here, we spend Sunday Evenings detailing dating stories, both good and bad, to show off the wide variety of experiences that are out there. We hope you enjoy living vicariously through your fellow singles.

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DISCLAIMER: All stories in the SSS series are anonymized and any names/events are changed to protect the privacy of our contributors.

Submitted by Dodged a Bullet

I was eagerly anticipating my date with a guy I met on a dating app. We agreed to meet at a trendy new bar in the Mission district. As I arrived, I saw him waiting for me at the bar. He was tall, charming, and we had a great conversation over drinks.

He suggested that we go to an upscale restaurant, and I was excited to see what the night had in store for us. Over dinner, he told me about his successful business and his recent travels to Europe, and I was impressed.

As the night progressed, I felt something was off. His stories were too rehearsed, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something wasn’t right. I tried to brush it off and continue the evening, but it only got worse from there.

We decided to go to a jazz club, but as soon as we arrived, he got a phone call and left me at the bar. I was left there waiting for him for an hour before he finally came back. He was visibly flustered and said that he had to take care of some business.

As we were walking back to my car, I noticed a group of police cars surrounding the block. I heard one of the officers say “We finally caught him!” and my date started running. I was shocked and confused, but as I turned to look at him, I recognized him from a news article I had read about a notorious fraudster who had been on the run for months.

My heart was racing as I realized the danger I had unknowingly put myself in. I quickly got into my car and drove away as fast as I could, trying to process what had just happened.

As I was driving down the street, I noticed a group of musicians playing on the sidewalk. Their music lifted my spirits, and I decided to pull over and listen to them play. The music gave me a moment to breathe and forget about the terrifying experience I had just gone through.

While my date turned out to be a notorious fraudster, I was grateful for the unexpected music experience in San Francisco that helped me find some peace after a scary situation.

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