So @missy and @charmaine asked us to write about a disaster holiday.. My first and only visit to 'merica happened to be one dang disaster after the next. Fasten your seat belts kids, this is going to be a long story.
PART 1
The plans for this adventure started in my last year of school, my long time high school friends were living in London and I was staying with them with my sister for a holiday, they were also playing in a band - all with South African members. I had met one of the guys that played guitar and hit it off with him, no sexual vibes, I was young, single and happy. We spoke a lot and he knew I didn't know what I really wanted from my life and we eventually decided that after school I was going to go to London for a year, it was easy I have a British passport, all still friendly vibes. We kept in contact and they came to SA for a show and we met up again and this time he kissed me, it was cool he was cute. Then why I was in my final stages of getting ready to leave his emails became really weird and he told me he had to move to America - like that week (should have seen the warning signs) anyway he did and he begged me to come to America instead - this was pretty much impossible with visas etc - my first Visa was denied even (again the warning signs) so I agreed to come visit for 2 months and check it out. Then came the strangest email - bearing in mind we had never had sex, only kissed and he was a virgin- he told me that something was wrong with his man parts and that he had Peyronies disease, obviously I didn't care, I enjoyed his company, there was not pressure, I liked him and was happy to go.
PART 2
I get to America and have been offered a place to stay with his uncle, who is apparently a healing prophet, this dude had moved there to get healed by his uncle (the prophet who lived in a fucking mansion in Camirillo, now I'm in no ways religious, do whatever, to each his own I was just happy to be there). So to cut a long complicated story short as the days progressed this dude was putting more and more pressure for me to sleep with him saying it might be his last chance and at the same time telling me that God was going to punish him if he did, kind of a mind fuck but I decided against it. This infuriated him and things started to turn really sour, he started to behave really creepy like when I said I didn't think we should have sex he took his laptop and locked himself naked in the cupboard and one night out he got so drunk and forced me to drive his car home - I had no licence and we drive on a different side of the road. He also got really suspicious, the one day he was supposed to be at college and I was walking around LA and got a really bad feeling then I realised he was following me around in his car.. Anyway I decided to look on his computer to see if I could find any clues about this weirdness and stumbled upon some emails from his doctor stating explicitly that he did not have that disease and it is all in his head, he also had messages telling the tattoo artist that I was booked with to please make a mistake and scribble on me. Any way I knew I was in for trouble and we went out to get food I confronted him about this and he threw all my things on the lawn and told me to get out of his house, so there I was 19, alone in the middle of the night in a strange country
PART 3
Ok so I cried quite a bit and went into the nearest open store where these 2 kind old ladies offered to take me to a motel. Once I was there I had such an overwhelming relief and decided not to let this ruin the rest of my trip.(he did call to say I could come back if we had sex which I politely declined) I stopped crying I pulled myself together and you know what, it was all fine. I went to Disney land, Vegas, saw the grand canyon, went to the warped tour and pretty much had a blast, everyone I met was overwhelmingly kind and generous and I learned some life changing things from that disaster, that everything can always be ok.
