Five Internet first-date horror stories, batteries included
The days of Internet dating being the domain of basement dwellers, antisocial misanthropes, virgins and folks who are unlucky in the looks department (mix and match any and all of these) are effectively over, and today it seems like everyone is meeting and dating -- and venting about meeting and dating -- on the Internet.There's nothing inherently wrong with online dating, and in some ways it's more convenient than going out to bars and clubs or hoping to meet someone in the produce aisle at the grocery store. But sometimes paying (or not paying, on free dating sites) for the convenience has a barely-hidden price tag, where you pay for truly rotten first dates in safety, sanity and, occasionally, a series of phone calls to the local police department.
Here are my five Internet first-date horror stories. They all happened to me, so by all means, have a bucket of chuckles at my pain. Yes, it's pretty funny -- until it happens to you.
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5. Just a juggalo.... Sometimes my shocking lack of popular-culture knowledge gets me into really bad situations. I met a guy on Match.com who was decent-looking if a little heavy-metal-y rough around the edges; he claimed to be really into music, in town for a few months for work, and seemed really enthusiastic about meeting me -- in fact, he seemed really, really enthusiastic about everything. We chatted back and forth online for a week or so, set a date for a Friday night, and shared a couple of phone calls, during the last of which he told me he was "a gigolo." "That's cool -- I'm not looking for anything really serious right now," I replied.
First date night arrived, and he showed up at my door dressed in weird, scary clown-covered clothes, open can of cheap beer in hand, and he was so jumpy I thought he had the cops after him. He mumbled what I thought was a greeting, slurped down his beer, crushed the can on his head and pushed past me to the kitchen, where he proceeded to fish through my fridge for another beer.
Yeah -- there are "bad boys," and then there was this guy.
He complained loudly about the bottle of local microbrew he found, using a pejorative term for homosexuals to describe it, but kept sucking it down and pacing around doing air guitar. In my usual dulcet manner I asked him if I could get him anything to make his visit more comfortable. He joked that his meth intake was a good diet plan, and asked if I was ready to go to the concert that I didn't know we going to -- Insane Clown Posse -- explaining that it was hard to meet girls who were "down with the clown."
He was not a gigolo -- he was a juggalo, a term I had to phone-a-friend to have explained to me, which I did about ten minutes after I kicked his ass out of my house. He took a whiz in my yard on the way out, called me a c*nt, and almost took out my mailbox with his scary clown sticker-covered truck. I should have known what a juggalo was, but now I'm forever sorry that I found out.
That shit is for him ^^^ not me.
4. Baby mamas, bringing the dramas When you're child-free, it can be tough to date someone with multiple, small children, and all the jokes about babymamas are told for a reason -- because that sh*t happened to someone. I met an aspiring rapper on Yahoo personals who was so incredibly fine that when he told me he "just got outta somethin' wid his babymama," I didn't care, didn't wanna know, and just wanted to meet up with him for a coffee as soon as I could.
We met. He was just as fine in person as his photos made him look online, and I kept fumbling for words and aiming my iced latte straw at my chin instead of my mouth. We had a brilliant, sparkling half-hour of conversation and everything was sweet as French vanilla ice cream until his phone rang. And rang. And kept on ringing. He excused himself to answer it, and that was forgivable the first time. By the third time I was getting annoyed, and even more pissed off when the female on the other end was yelling at my date so loud I thought she was on speakerphone.
I didn't catch the whole conversation -- just the part about "you out with some bitch, and you better bring home dinner and some diapers!" Now that's a massive mood-killer. As it turned out, there were actually two different women calling him (tough to tell since they were both yelling) because he had four kids with three different ladies, and at least two of them were not pleased that 'ol boy was out on a date. I left the coffee shop server a tip, and told him he needed to save his coins for child support.
The opposite of dating material...
3. Age is just a wrong number Meeting someone online who seems just perfect is a great feeling, right in your gut. This dude was tall, plump, red-headed, green-eyed, single, childless, in my age range, gainfully employed, had a place to live, transportation and good manners: jackpot. He seemed a bit shy at first, even for Internet chat, but when I met him on POF.com he seemed to meet every qualification I had for a first date -- with plenty of extra to spare. We met up for coffee one evening after a series of above-average phone interactions, and as soon as I saw him, I immediately commented on how young he looked for being 35 -- very, very young, actually. And his out-loud-text-speak, mannerisms and pop-culture references seemed....young. I stared at him quizzically and finally blurted out, "No really--how the old are you?"
He stared at his shoes for a moment, then finally stammered that he was...nineteen.
Of course I asked him why in the sober hell he'd lied to me about his age. I've met plenty of dudes who lied about their ages, but always to make themselves younger -- not older. He finally fessed up and told me me his buddies had told him to pretend to older so that women would sleep with him, and he and his cohorts believed that girls their own age were averse to screwing them because of their ages. I told the poor, hapless kid that I doubted that was the reason that he and his idiot squad weren't getting any tail, and told him I'd make a lousy prom date. It was a lousy feeling, right in my gut.
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