I went on a bad date

 Approximately two months ago, I went on a date with a guy who exhibited some peculiar behavior leading up to our meeting. In hindsight, his overly enthusiastic texting raised some red flags; he requested numerous pictures of me—none of which were inappropriate—but his eagerness felt excessive given that we hadn't yet met in person. We arranged to "hang out," a term I typically associate with a casual encounter rather than a formal date, and decided on a hiking trip. Reflecting on it now, I realize that meeting someone for the first time in a secluded area is not advisable. When he arrived, we met in a crowded parking lot, but instead of heading onto the well-trafficked trail, he insisted on driving down a less populated road and parking off to the side, which should have been a warning sign. Despite my discomfort, I didn't want to upset him, so we got out of his truck that had a lot of tools in the back and sat by a creek nearby the road. He suggested venturing deep into the woods, but I firmly declined. After he rolled a joint, I smoked with him, feeling confident in my ability to handle it, because I smoke very often but soon after, I became lightheaded and increasingly uneasy, especially as he pressed me to share personal information. I never told him anything because I was so uncomfortable with the situation. Overwhelmed, I fainted and woke up to find him hovering over me, having somehow ended up in the creek. He seemed shocked and, in a bizarre turn of events, grabbed my waist and touched my butt and made inappropriate comments about me but wanted me to start living with him for two weeks. Terrified, I managed to walk back to my car while he continued to try to persuade me, but I remained polite and resolute, ultimately making it to my vehicle without agreeing to anything. I made it to my car and said I would text him later and get him to leave first and so he did. I immediately blocked him.  sat in that parking lot for a while to gather my thoughts but eventually went home.