šÆ A man invited me to Paris for our first date. I blocked him and went home alone, just after he paid the bill.
Iāve always loved reading books, and for a long time, I believed in love at first sight. Before meeting Robert, I was living a simple life in New York, but that encounter changed everything. I met him in a bookstore.
After a short conversation, he suggested we exchange numbers, and after a few weeks of daily messages, he invited me to Paris for our first date.
Of course, I accepted, as Iād always dreamed of going to Paris. I felt like the heroines of the books I read. I was heading to the city of love with a man who had captivated me from the first look.
It was an adventure that every girl dreams of experiencing.
Robert had booked a fancy restaurant in advance and asked me to wear an elegant dress. It was a magical evening, but I blocked him and went home alone, just after he paid the bill.
Iāll tell you what happened in the article in the first comment ššš.
While I was reapplying my makeup in the restroom, a woman came up to me.
She warned me that Robert wasnāt who he claimed to be and that he had a troubling past.
She told me stories about his manipulative behavior.
She advised me to run before it was too late.
I hesitated, my heart pounding, but something in her eyes made me believe her.
Her story seemed sincere, and part of me knew that all of this didnāt align with the perfect image he had presented to me.
After a moment of reflection, I made my decision.
I went back to my table, blocked his number, and quietly left the restaurant.
I went home alone, but safely.










