tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post566857219299156014..comments2023-04-02T07:19:31.692-05:00Comments on Outside the Box: Friday TipUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-20652439028238292692017-02-10T19:47:06.557-06:002017-02-10T19:47:06.557-06:00LOL, watching a lot of true crime will do that to ...LOL, watching a lot of true crime will do that to you. I know it makes me hyper aware like all the time.B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-53285007139198979862017-02-10T19:42:04.858-06:002017-02-10T19:42:04.858-06:00Some people like to live on the edge. Not me! I pl...Some people like to live on the edge. Not me! I play it safe. I watch/read/listen to so much true crime, I get spooked coming out of stores!Stephanie Farishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10461865229341760836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-32379291128078875772017-02-10T19:34:41.806-06:002017-02-10T19:34:41.806-06:00Ack. That sounds scary. Good thing you got lucky...Ack. That sounds scary. Good thing you got lucky and he wasn't a serial killer. Yeah, I never hitchhiked. Too scary for me.B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-80335284345201495572017-02-10T19:33:45.056-06:002017-02-10T19:33:45.056-06:00Yeah, I really liked this particular guy. He was ...Yeah, I really liked this particular guy. He was sexy, smart, nice... and then he invited me to do a line of coke with him. I asked him to take me home because I was 'tired', and then when he called the next day told him I couldn't see him again. He took it very well, but it could've gone really wrong in a hurry.<br /><br />LOL, yep, definitely smarter than I was.B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-30307806799044854782017-02-10T10:28:16.102-06:002017-02-10T10:28:16.102-06:00Forty years ago in England, a new-met German girlf...Forty years ago in England, a new-met German girlfriend talked me into hitchhiking with her, saying we'd be safe together. All my instincts said NO, but I still went. <br /><br />A really creepy guy picked us up. My new friend sat up front and chatted with him like she'd known him forever. I sat in the back, and worried the whole trip to some tourist place, where he kindly let us off. She considered the whole thing normal. My nerves were shot.<br /><br />I took the bus back to the Youth Hostel. No more hitchhiking for me.Deb Salisbury, Magic Seeker and Mantua-Makerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01513482264195697450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-77923622999865694142017-02-10T09:00:18.494-06:002017-02-10T09:00:18.494-06:00Good advice. I don't always follow it, but I&#...Good advice. I don't always follow it, but I'm getting smarter with age. When I was younger, I had a certain amount of alpha female bravado (and sometimes a badge) to get me through. Can't say I ever got in a stranger's car, though. Nor did I ever let anyone but a date buy me a drink. Huh. Maybe I was smarter than I remember. LOLSilver Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606837105470988646noreply@blogger.com