On a date with Deacon, the bill came, and his card was declined—he turned pale. The waitress grabbed my arm, whispering she lied, slipping me a receipt with “BE CAREFUL” scribbled on it. Suspicious, I learned from her that Deacon brought women here, often leaving them to pay or stealing from them. I played along, but deep stalking revealed his real name, Marvin, and a Reddit thread exposing his scams.
He texted to come over, mentioning needing a crash pad. I let him, then confronted him as Marvin. He left without a fight. Soon, other women contacted me, and we formed a group to share his tactics, helping others avoid him. Though police found little proof, our network grew stronger.
That waitress’s warning sparked a movement of support. Trust your gut—if you’ve been deceived, you’re not alone. Your story might save someone else.
