I was out with my boyfriend when a woman suddenly walked up to me and pressed a sanitary pad into my hand. She looked serious—almost anxious—and said quietly, “You need this.”
I was confused. I wasn’t on my period. Still, I went to the bathroom right away to check. Nothing. No reason for it. But something about her expression made my stomach twist. It felt… urgent.
So I opened the pad.
On the inside, in shaky red ink with frantic handwriting, were two words:
“Google him.”
I just stared at it, trying to make sense of what I was reading. The only person I was with was my boyfriend—someone I’d been dating for only two weeks. He seemed normal, sweet, attentive. I’d actually started to feel excited about him.
But the message wouldn’t leave my head.
Curiosity took over. I pulled out my phone and searched his name, expecting maybe nothing… or worst-case, a small lie like a different age or an old profile.
What I found made my blood run cold.
He wasn’t just some random guy. He was TikTok-famous. His videos went viral. And even worse—he had this whole “experiment” series where he dates or befriends people for a month, then posts about them online like they’re part of some social project. Faces, reactions, private moments—turned into entertainment.
My chest tightened. The butterflies I’d felt two minutes earlier turned into pure disgust. I hadn’t been building something real with him—I’d been unknowingly auditioning for his next content.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t demand explanations. I just walked away right then, leaving him standing there without a word.
I never saw that woman again, and I’ll probably never know who she was or why she warned me. But I swear, I’m grateful for her in a way I can’t even explain. She saved me before I got in any deeper—and before I became another “episode” on his page.
