My Tinder date tells me he's going to R-word me, so I publicly share all of his messages to his

workplace. Bear with me as this might get long. My revenge came in two parts, one Pessie and

one pro, and a warning that some of the individual in question's threats get pretty graphic.

The backstory. When I was 19 or 20,

I'm 25 now, I met a guy on Tinder. Let's just call him Brad. Brad and I didn't get off to a

great start, but I had no idea how bad it was going to get. At first, it just seemed like we

were incompatible, as he was pushy and rude,

and I take no crap from anyone. If it had stopped there, I wouldn't be here right now,

but it didn't stop there. Once I made clear that I found Brad repulsive and wanted nothing

more to do with him, his messages took a turn. He threatened to stalk, do the unspeakable act, kidnap and dispose of me,

along with some gory details about gouging out my eyes and stuff here due to my body.

Particularly disturbing was his explicit desire to, quote,

strangle me and watch the life leave my eyes. He also managed to find my home address three hours away from

the city we were in, and threatened to come find me. As a side note, it was my dad's house, and some

small part of me wanted to see exactly how badly it would turn out for him if he showed up there.

Of course, I warned my dad and gave him a picture of the guy. I also took screenshots of everything

he sent to me. Okay, so the petty revenge. Being a young woman with no idea whether this madman

would actually go to lengths to find me, I called the cops. When they came, they looked at the

messages, told me it constituted terroristic threats, but also told me there wasn't much they could do

unless Brad actually showed up. They did take down his details, including where he worked,

which is listed in his bio. This will be important later. From what I understand, the cops

went to Brad's workplace to speak to him, and he refused, so they left. Nothing ever came of it. I could barely get them to call me

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