When Something Feels Wrong: Trafficking Red Flags Every Listcrawler User Should Know
Most of what I write here is light. Etiquette, messaging, the dumb mistakes I made as a rookie. This one isn't. I've been putting it off for a while because I don't come off great in it, and because there's no funny angle. But if you use Listcrawler or any site like it, you are going to see a lot of ads over the years, and statistically some small number of them are not what they look like. I think every guy who browses owes it to the women on these sites to know what that looks like and what to do about it.
So here's the story first, and then the practical part.
The night in Jacksonville
This was back when Backpage was still up. I was in Jacksonville for a work thing, three nights at a chain hotel near the airport, bored out of my mind. I answered an ad. The replies came back fast, which I didn't think much about at the time. They were also a little off. Very short, very businesslike, and they used "we" once. Like "we can do 10pm." I noticed it and didn't think about it.
The address was another hotel about ten minutes away. When I pulled in, there was a guy sitting in a dark sedan near the side entrance, engine running, phone in his hand. He looked at me when I parked. Not a glance. He watched me walk the whole way to the door.
She opened the door and she was nervous in a way I'd never seen before or since. Not first-date nervous. Scared. Her phone buzzed twice while I was standing there and she checked it both times like she had to. I asked, just making small talk, how she liked Jacksonville. She hesitated and said she wasn't sure where she was. She thought maybe they'd driven from Atlanta. She said "they."
Every answer after that sounded rehearsed. Same cheerful tone, same phrases, like something she'd been told to say. And I just stood there in the doorway with my stomach dropping.
What I did, and what I didn't
I told her I wasn't feeling well and I left. That part I'd do again. I was polite, I didn't make a scene, I didn't ask her a bunch of questions that could have gotten her in trouble with whoever was reading her phone. I walked past the sedan, got in my rental, and drove back to my hotel with my hands shaking a little.
What I didn't do was report it. Honestly, I didn't know you could. I didn't know there was a hotline. I sat on the edge of the bed for an hour thinking about calling 911 and talked myself out of it, mostly because I had no idea what I'd say and I was worried about my own skin. I went home two days later and tried not to think about it.
I still think about it. I don't know her name. I don't know what happened to her. A five-minute phone call from me might have meant nothing, or it might have been one more piece of information someone needed. I'll never know, and that's on me.
Consenting adults are not the same thing
I want to be clear here because I've seen guys get weird about this topic in both directions. Plenty of the women posting on these sites are adults who chose this work, run their own schedules, screen their own clients, and would be annoyed to have some guy treating them like a victim. Respect that. Most of my experiences over the years have been with women who were very obviously in charge of their own business.
Trafficking is something else. It's someone being forced, tricked, or coerced, or anyone under 18 at all, no matter what anybody says about consent. You're not an investigator and you're not going to be able to tell for certain. Your job is a lot smaller than that. Notice. Leave. Report. That's it.
Red flags in the ad and the messages
These are widely recognized warning signs. None of them prove anything alone, but they add up.
- Language that suggests youth. Words like "young," "new," "fresh," "barely legal," schoolgirl references, or photos where she looks like she could be in high school.
- The same photos or phone number showing up in a bunch of different cities over a short stretch, like a week in three states.
- Someone other than her clearly doing the texting. Pronoun slips like mine, "we" or "my girl," or a tone that doesn't match the person you meet.
- Talk of moving constantly, "only in town two days," new hotel every night, as a pattern rather than a one-time trip.
Again, a woman who travels for work is not a red flag by herself. I travel for work. It's the combination that matters.
Red flags in person
This is where your gut earns its keep. Things to pay attention to:
- She seems afraid, jumpy, or keeps looking at the door or her phone like she's being checked on.
- She doesn't know what city she's in, or the name of the hotel, or how long she's been there.
- Visible injuries, bruising, or signs she hasn't eaten or slept.
- Answers that sound scripted, or she won't answer simple questions without hesitating.
- She doesn't seem to have her own ID or her own phone, or mentions someone else holding them.
- Someone else controls the money or communication, or there's a man waiting nearby, in the hallway, the lobby, the parking lot, clearly keeping tabs.
- She looks or acts like she might be under 18. If that thought crosses your mind at all, you're done. Leave.
The guy in the sedan was the one I should have taken seriously from the parking lot. I didn't need to go up to that door.
The minor line is absolute
I'm going to say this plainly. Any involvement with a minor is a serious crime and it is the one line in this whole world that has no gray area. Not "she said she was 19." Not "the ad said 18." If you have any doubt about her age, you leave, and you report it. There is no situation in which the right move is to stick around and hope.
Do not try to be a hero
This is the part guys get wrong out of good intentions. Do not confront the guy outside. Do not tell her you're going to rescue her. Do not offer her a ride somewhere, slip her your number, or start asking pointed questions while her phone is buzzing. You don't know who's listening, you don't know what she'll face after you leave, and you can make things much more dangerous for her and for yourself.
Be calm, make an excuse, go. Then pick up your phone once you're somewhere safe. The people on the other end of these lines do this for a living and know how to act on information. You don't need to.
Who to call
Save these in your phone now. Seriously, right now, while you're reading this. I wish I'd had them in Jacksonville.
- National Human Trafficking Hotline: call 1-888-373-7888, or text 233733 (BeFree). You can also find more at humantraffickinghotline.org. It's available around the clock.
- If anyone appears to be a minor: report to the NCMEC CyberTipline at report.cybertip.org or call 1-800-843-5678.
- If someone is in immediate danger: call 911.
You can report anonymously. You don't have to explain why you were there or give your name. What helps is the details: the city, the hotel name and room number if you have it, the ad, the phone number that texted you, a description of the car or the person waiting nearby, the time. Write it down in your notes app as soon as you're out, before your memory gets fuzzy. I could have given someone a make of sedan, a hotel, a phone number, and a first name. Instead I gave nobody anything.
A few things I do differently now
I read ads more carefully than I used to, and I skip anything with youthful language without a second thought. If the messages feel like they're coming from a manager, I stop replying. If something feels off when I arrive, I don't talk myself into staying because I drove twenty minutes. Leaving costs nothing.
The broader safety tips guide covers protecting yourself. This is the other half of it, which is not being part of someone else's harm without realizing it. Most nights none of this will apply. You'll meet a professional adult, be respectful, and go home. But the one night it does apply, I'd like you to be better prepared than I was.
Before you go back to browsing
If you're heading to the city list after this, take the hotline numbers with you. Keep your eyes open, trust the bad feeling when it shows up, and if you ever see what I saw, make the call I didn't.