Treachery at the 'Ol Swimmin' Hole

Story Sent in by Alex:

Brenda was a girl I found on a dating site. She had a great sense of humor and made me laugh quite a bit. She was also very pretty, so asking her out was a no-brainer.

I had planned to take her out for hibachi, and she had agreed to that idea. It wasn't until I had been waiting at the place for 10 minutes when she called me and asked, "Do you feel like skinny dipping? I feel like skinny dipping, instead."

It was quite a departure from dinner, but surprised as I was, I told her, "Sure. You positive you want to do that on a first date?"

She replied, "Meet you here!" and hung up. Only problem was that I didn't know where "here" was. She had hung up before she gave me a location. I called her back and left a message on her voicemail.

I knew of a couple of places in the area that would qualify for good, secluded bathing locations. They weren't far from each other, so I drove to both of them, thinking that she could've been at either.

She wasn't. I tried her again. Voicemail. I thought that I'd pull over and wait for a little bit, as I figured that she'd call me once she realized her mistake.

Instead, I received a photo message from her. It was a shot of herself in the water, immersed to her neck. It was a shot that seemed impossible for her to have taken herself. I texted back, "Did you want to meet up? I need to know where you are."

In response, she sent me five more photos in rapid succession. They were of her smiling, laughing, and splashing, all, apparently at the same swimming hole. With this set, I was positive: she definitely wasn't alone. There were at least two shots of her with her hands in the air, and taken from different angles.

I tried her phone once more. Voicemail. I gave up and went home.

That night, she sent me an email with the subject line: :)

Attached were a dozen photos of her, in the water, with another guy, hugging, laughing, and one of him kissing her cheek.

Well, great. I didn't reply.