I matched with this woman on Bumble last spring, and to this day, I still don't know who I actually met that night.

Her name on the app was Rachel.

She looked normal in her pictures, nothing crazy or overly edited, just a cute brunette

who worked in marketing and liked hiking.

We talked for a few days, and she seemed down to earth.

No weird messages or vibes.

She didn't push for anything, and she actually wanted to go slow. Honestly, it felt refreshing compared to the other matches.

After about a week of talking, we agreed to meet up for dinner on a Wednesday night.

She picked a restaurant in a quiet part of town, a little nicer than the places I usually go, but nothing too crazy.

When I got there, I texted her that I parked.

She didn't answer.

I waited at the entrance, checking my phone every couple minutes.

Ten minutes went by, then twenty.

I thought maybe she got stuck in traffic.

I messaged again, saying I was inside by the hostess stand. I started getting a little

embarrassed. It looked like I was getting stood up. The hostess asked if I wanted a table,

and I told her I was waiting for someone. She told me no one under the name Rachel had checked

in. Now 30 minutes passed, and I was about to leave, when a guy came in and walked straight up to me.

He was maybe mid-forties, scruffy, kind of heavy, wearing a black hoodie.

He asked me if I was Jake. My name wasn't on the reservation, so it caught me off guard.

I told him yes, and he said he was Rachel's brother. He told me Rachel wasn't feeling well, but she still wanted to meet me, and she asked him to pick

me up and bring me to their place, since it was really close and she didn't want to cancel.

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