You should always make sure you follow your instincts
You know when something isn’t right and no collection of dos and don’ts can convince you otherwise. In my previous post I shared my dating rules, you can read that here, but no matter what you put in place for yourself you still need to trust your instincts.
The Story of Dickson Bollocks
One of my friends, Hilda, had her own mistake with Dickson Bollocks. They chatted via text for a couple of days and she’d already suggested that he seemed to have a controlling personality but she was lonely, bored and on the rebound. Dickson also seemed to make the semi-nude selfie game they played fun too.
Thankfully even the tame photos she sent didn’t have her face in. But she’s said many times that she should never have got involved with him.
Let me tell you why
Their date was in public and somewhere she knew. She drove, didn’t drink and kept her phone on and in her pocket at all times. Instincts niggled at her but she couldn’t put her finger on why. While chatting during the date she foolishly shared too much personal information. Eventually Hilda came to the decision that something wasn’t right. She politely explained she had to leave.
Dickson tried to convince her otherwise.
He repeatedly tried to persuade her to go to his house even though he was fully aware she wasn’t getting in any enclosed private spaces with him. But he had an argument for that too, “We can go in my garage with the garage door open and that way you’ll feel relaxed”.
Finally they separated. Hilda explained she was popping to a friend’s house, which she did before driving the forty-five minutes home. The whole time she was there Dickson continued to text her asking her to come to his house for just fifteen minutes on her way home. She said no every time. Then he suggested ten minutes. Again she was adamant it wasn’t happening so he changed tactics saying that it could just be five minutes at a petrol station or a lay-by on her way home.
Yes, a lay-by.
She wasn’t going anywhere near the lay-by.
Instincts had moved from nervy to freaking out. Dickson didn’t know exactly where she lived but he knew what route she’d have to take back to town. The entire drive home she was checking her rear view mirror. Rather than go straight home she met friends at the pub, worried what might happen next.
The messages continued
Dickson: Please send me some more photos. I know you have them on your phone. Please, it’s the least you can do after not coming to my house.
So she sent them.
Hilda told me that even at the time she knew she was a “fucking idiot” but she didn’t know what else to do. Too scared to tell people in case they judged her for going on the date and giving out too much personal information she couldn’t face their thoughts when she mentioned the initial photos she sent too. Sadly, in some weird way Hilda thought it would get him off her back.
Then she didn’t hear from him for a couple of days. Liberation doesn’t even come close to describing it, she thought he’d moved on.
But she was wrong
Eventually within days Dickson was back on the scene and wanting to meet again.
Hilda: I’m really sorry but I just don’t think I’m ready for a relationship.
Dickson: Thank you for telling me, I’m grateful you let me know rather than not replying.
Surely it was all over? No, the conversation carried on.
Dickson: As you don’t want anything more the least you could do is send me some more photos, it’s not really fair on me otherwise.
Hilda: No, I’m not going to do that.
Dickson: Do you want me to delete the other photos you sent?
Hilda: Yes I do but let’s be honest it doesn’t make a difference what I ask, you’ll do what you want with them.
That’s the problem with sending photos, you lose your control of them as soon as you press send.
This conversation carried on for about thirty minutes. Dickson kept on. He was an intelligent guy and knew exactly what to say and what questions to ask, including reminding her that he still had her photos. Hilda didn’t have enough experience for this situation and was too ashamed to ask someone who did.
Eventually she decided to stop replying, believing if he couldn’t get a response then he couldn’t mess with her head. Dickson’s messages continued for an hour.
Dickson: I can’t believe you’re ending it this way.
But when she stopped reading the messages and turned her phone off he stopped sending them. Hilda was still scared but she knew she’d got off lightly.
Dickson texted occasionally over the next four or five months. Messages like “I’m thinking about you”. But without a reply from her his game was over.
Dickson Bollocks taught Hilda a lesson and he taught me one too.
There are creepy guys out there but listening to your instincts and following your own rules can keep you safe, to some extent.
Thankfully online dating has good guys too.
Have you had a guy like Dickson Bollocks in your life or a situation where you’re relieved to say you used your instincts? Please add to the comments section here or via my Facebook page or Twitter page.