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Now this story comes from a string of numbers from the relationship

advice subreddit and it says, my 27 female blind date 30s male beat up a homeless person

who called me a name and ran away. Apologies if this isn't the right subreddit, I'm all over

the place. I'm kind of in shock a little right now. I've

recently gotten into motorcycles and go for rides every day to practice. I pulled up to a spotlight

and someone pulled up beside me. We talked for a minute and I gave him my Snapchat invokers. He

wanted to go riding some time. We talked for a few days, schedule a quick ride for this evening.

I'm getting divorced from an abusive man and taking social distance in seriously. So this is all I'm

comfortable doing. I didn't tell him about the divorce or my past because it's simply a motorcycle

ride, you know. We finish up the ride and stop at a gas station so I can get a drink. We both left

our helmets on in lieu of masks and as we're walking out, a homeless person asked me a question.

I didn't hear what he said. I wear earplugs and have a helmet on, so I turned and said,

huh? He asked me for change. I said sorry, but I don't have any. Only my card. He then called

me a bitch. I turned away to keep walking, because who cares? I'm not bothered. It's not

even an issue. We walk a few steps and then my date turns around. He kicks the guy in the

chest, punches him in the face three time, spits on him, and

turns to me and says, let's get out of here and runs over to his bike. What the fuck?

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