Another internet date and a new beginning to my dating life...
It was another Craigslist date, one of the rare ones I was actually excited about. She sent me 3 pictures, two of which made her look like a model, the last was a little more...humble. The texts went well and I thought I had actually scored a gold nugget from the shit mine. Sure, she was 35 and divorced but she was decent-looking so I thought something good might come from it. I texted a few times before heading down to see her. She wanted to grab drinks. I told her it was too early for me. She pleaded. I said maybe.
As I approached the downtown location we were to meet up at I gave her a call and heard her voice for the first time. The woman sounded like a witch. I wanted to turn back immediately. Oh, and she was at a bar grabbing a drink though I told her I had no interest in drinking. Red flag.
I pushed on, figuring I had already committed this far to action. I didn't want to stand somebody up. I entered the bar and turned to my left. My eyes met those of someone I vaguely recognized. She looked like the girl in the pictures, but a lot older...and uglier. There was no way that was her.
"Hey", she said. My draw dropped. There's no way that was her. Her head was much bigger, her skin paler. My eyes were immediately drawn to the bright red lipstick sloppy applied to the pale canvas that was her face. Her dark clothes blended her into the dark bar scenery. I felt terrible, like I had been duped into some Ponzi scheme. The bitch totally tricked me.
I sat down next to her at the bar with what was probably the most depressed face I had carried in some time. I didn't even want to look at the hag. We started talking and since I didn't really care about how she reacted I threw her some questions about her divorce, a topic she didn't seem to mind discussing. She had been married 10 years, with only the first 3 being any good. The marriage ended with "an affair". I was left guessing who was the perp in that one. Oh, and by the way, she had an 8-year-old daughter whom she failed to mention. Red flag #2.
Who had custody? The father. Red flag #3.
She had been unemployed for several months apparently. Her occasional smiles revealed deep crow's feet and laugh lines, clearly carved in from years of smoking. She took in long drags from her cigarette and I watched her skin die with each hit.
This was going down hill fast. We bar hopped a little bit and though my body was free to move, I felt strangely trapped. I didn't want to be rude; I couldn't just walk away. But, oh, the horror of spending another hour with this broken cow. The date struggled on for a bit longer. I snacked on fries and attempted to avoid eye contact. Conversation drifted into the morbid and obscene. No topic was off limits. I didn't care what she thought. My body language alone would have spoken volumes on my level of interest in this woman.
At the end of the afternoon we stopped at the corner where we'd eventually part ways. I looked at her and struggled to think of something to say. I didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time I wanted to be clear that I has no interest in seeing her ever again.
I offered a hug and afterward she took a deep look into my face. She noticed something and in a moment of spontaneous and unexpected intimacy she wiped something from my face. For a split second I thought of her as a nurturing female and forgot about her long list of shortcomings. I closed my eyes and a few notes of the Siren's song could be heard. Fortunately, reality set back in as quickly as it had left.
"Well,...it was nice meeting you...", I said. "...maybe...we'll see each other again."
"Maybe.", she said.
We were both lying and we both knew it. It occurred to me that perhaps she thought SHE was rejecting ME.
As I staring walking home I noticed a sweet number walking just up ahead. The hip to waist ratio was superb and the screen-like back to her revealing shirt was an amazing complement. I immediately started to run. I caught up to her and asked her about the flower she was holding. The conversation went nowhere. I noticed from all the metal in her face that I was likely not "edgy" enough for her. Scoring the number would have been a perfect ending to a terrible night though it was not to be. I considered being more aggressive. Nah. Fuck it.
I walked back to the station and got on the bus. On the final leg of the ride home I received a text from the woman I had just been with.
"That was un-interesting. Enjoy the sun!"
I had no idea what to think. Never had I received a closing text like that. I considered a quick reactionary text but figured I'd ignore it. I was better than that. Only hours ago, with my sister on the phone, I came up with what I thought was the perfect reply:
"You're ugly. Have a nice day!"
I hate to say it, but part of me hopes she cries herself to sleep with that. I considered sending something much more terrible. I still might.
After this date, the rules have finally changed. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
If a girl decides to trick me into a date with pictures that are not representative of her looks, I will say something to her about it and leave. If she decides to withhold important information about herself, like being a mother, I will do the same.
I will not tolerate deception and allow myself to be forced into a shit date ever again. I will shame these fatties and hags into dating honestly. I will do myself and all men online a huge favor by being assertive from the beginning.
Never again shall a Siren guide my ship into the rocks and get away with it!
Who's with me?!
It was another Craigslist date, one of the rare ones I was actually excited about. She sent me 3 pictures, two of which made her look like a model, the last was a little more...humble. The texts went well and I thought I had actually scored a gold nugget from the shit mine. Sure, she was 35 and divorced but she was decent-looking so I thought something good might come from it. I texted a few times before heading down to see her. She wanted to grab drinks. I told her it was too early for me. She pleaded. I said maybe.
As I approached the downtown location we were to meet up at I gave her a call and heard her voice for the first time. The woman sounded like a witch. I wanted to turn back immediately. Oh, and she was at a bar grabbing a drink though I told her I had no interest in drinking. Red flag.
I pushed on, figuring I had already committed this far to action. I didn't want to stand somebody up. I entered the bar and turned to my left. My eyes met those of someone I vaguely recognized. She looked like the girl in the pictures, but a lot older...and uglier. There was no way that was her.
"Hey", she said. My draw dropped. There's no way that was her. Her head was much bigger, her skin paler. My eyes were immediately drawn to the bright red lipstick sloppy applied to the pale canvas that was her face. Her dark clothes blended her into the dark bar scenery. I felt terrible, like I had been duped into some Ponzi scheme. The bitch totally tricked me.
I sat down next to her at the bar with what was probably the most depressed face I had carried in some time. I didn't even want to look at the hag. We started talking and since I didn't really care about how she reacted I threw her some questions about her divorce, a topic she didn't seem to mind discussing. She had been married 10 years, with only the first 3 being any good. The marriage ended with "an affair". I was left guessing who was the perp in that one. Oh, and by the way, she had an 8-year-old daughter whom she failed to mention. Red flag #2.
Who had custody? The father. Red flag #3.
She had been unemployed for several months apparently. Her occasional smiles revealed deep crow's feet and laugh lines, clearly carved in from years of smoking. She took in long drags from her cigarette and I watched her skin die with each hit.
This was going down hill fast. We bar hopped a little bit and though my body was free to move, I felt strangely trapped. I didn't want to be rude; I couldn't just walk away. But, oh, the horror of spending another hour with this broken cow. The date struggled on for a bit longer. I snacked on fries and attempted to avoid eye contact. Conversation drifted into the morbid and obscene. No topic was off limits. I didn't care what she thought. My body language alone would have spoken volumes on my level of interest in this woman.
At the end of the afternoon we stopped at the corner where we'd eventually part ways. I looked at her and struggled to think of something to say. I didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time I wanted to be clear that I has no interest in seeing her ever again.
I offered a hug and afterward she took a deep look into my face. She noticed something and in a moment of spontaneous and unexpected intimacy she wiped something from my face. For a split second I thought of her as a nurturing female and forgot about her long list of shortcomings. I closed my eyes and a few notes of the Siren's song could be heard. Fortunately, reality set back in as quickly as it had left.
"Well,...it was nice meeting you...", I said. "...maybe...we'll see each other again."
"Maybe.", she said.
We were both lying and we both knew it. It occurred to me that perhaps she thought SHE was rejecting ME.
As I staring walking home I noticed a sweet number walking just up ahead. The hip to waist ratio was superb and the screen-like back to her revealing shirt was an amazing complement. I immediately started to run. I caught up to her and asked her about the flower she was holding. The conversation went nowhere. I noticed from all the metal in her face that I was likely not "edgy" enough for her. Scoring the number would have been a perfect ending to a terrible night though it was not to be. I considered being more aggressive. Nah. Fuck it.
I walked back to the station and got on the bus. On the final leg of the ride home I received a text from the woman I had just been with.
"That was un-interesting. Enjoy the sun!"
I had no idea what to think. Never had I received a closing text like that. I considered a quick reactionary text but figured I'd ignore it. I was better than that. Only hours ago, with my sister on the phone, I came up with what I thought was the perfect reply:
"You're ugly. Have a nice day!"
I hate to say it, but part of me hopes she cries herself to sleep with that. I considered sending something much more terrible. I still might.
After this date, the rules have finally changed. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
If a girl decides to trick me into a date with pictures that are not representative of her looks, I will say something to her about it and leave. If she decides to withhold important information about herself, like being a mother, I will do the same.
I will not tolerate deception and allow myself to be forced into a shit date ever again. I will shame these fatties and hags into dating honestly. I will do myself and all men online a huge favor by being assertive from the beginning.
Never again shall a Siren guide my ship into the rocks and get away with it!
Who's with me?!
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