It was early August 2014 when he first chatted me up on Grindr, the yellow app for horny guys to get another one for a quick fun. After a while he said he was after money and demanded $100 for fun, which was utterly exuberant by all means. Maybe somewhere in the civilization that would have been be the rate but no way in Cambodia where twenty something guys work for a hundred bucks a month as waiters or hotel staff, even with a degree. I told him that I was interested but his rate was ridiculous. Then the usual "how much can you give me" haggling has started and I made it long enough to finally agree on a meeting for free and no sex. He looked cute and sounded intelligent, so I was curious and wanted to know him. I wasn't aware of how big mistake it was. I have just allowed a psychopath to enter my life.