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I do have some pretty funny stories that came out of it. I had joined OkCupid two years earlier in order to find a long-term partner, but after the first two frustrating months in which I learned how to use the site effectively, I had gotten stuck in the famous "revolving door. I've been on a couple dates from OKC.

Reason #2: Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire?

The best way to get to know someone is not by listening to everything they have to say about themselves and then reciprocating your life's story. Have a couple of dates with them before you bring them into your bubble. This continued throughout the date, and he had to ask the waitress for extra napkins because he was sweating so bad. Mom of girl, 16, who may have fled with older man pleads: And that is how several bad experiences lead up to the most ill planned date ever with the man that I have been with for over a year now and will, eventually, marry.

I was incredibly freaked out and threatened to call the police, which scared him off. I blocked his number and set all my Facebook settings to private, and I've not been on POF or anything similar since. This guy sent me this message on Tinder: I was once talking to this guy online and after a few hours of nice, PG conversation, he did a complete He asked where I worked because I looked familiar He said I looked like a girl from an amateur porn video.

I knew that was not possible. He then asked if he could jerk off while we continued our normal conversation. After he tricked me into continuing the conversion for a few more minutes, I told him good-bye.

Then he barraged me with dozens of lengthy messages asking to help him orgasm by telling him what he was doing was normal. Apparently he had issues with disapproval and couldn't finish without me telling him the simple letters "OK. I had been chatting with a guy on Yahoo Singles for a while, and we got along fairly well.

When he asked me out to dinner I figured, sure, why not? It was singularly the most awkward and uncomfortable evening I have ever spent on a date. We spent our time attempting to make disjointed conversation At the end of the evening we just simply said good night, and I figured that was the end of it. Approximately six months later, I received a message from his Yahoo account that roughly said the following: This is X's brother. This is going to sound really odd, but X is in prison for a few months a big misunderstanding!

His address is through the ABC Correctional facility. Apparently he was a foreigner and wanted to become an American citizen. He couldn't comprehend why I declined. He said, "Other people would do it for half the money! Met a guy online, and we hit it off on our first date. A couple weeks later we had gone on four dates, and he knew where I lived. That's when it started getting weird. He wouldn't return my phone calls, so after a week I stopped trying. Not long after, I glanced out the window of my house and saw him parked a couple houses down with another person in the car.

I waited to see what he would do, and he drove off an hour later. A couple days later, he was back, except parked in a different location.

I started to get freaked out. There was also a second person in the car that time. They left two hours later. The third time I saw his car outside, I was poised to call the cops. I didn't get a chance because there was a knock on the door. I opened it to a very pregnant girl on my front steps. She began to rant: How could I date a guy with a girlfriend, did I not have any morals, who did I think I was trying to steal her man, etc.

I let her go on for a while before I interrupted her, told her I had no idea, and I asked why she was mad at me since I wasn't the one cheating on her. I found out that she forced him to drive to my house and sit outside nine different times.

She wanted to see what I looked like and have him confront me and break it off , but he wouldn't go up to my door. I wish them all the best.

My first experience with dating after my divorce, I met a guy who ended up being a sexual predator who "forgot" to put himself on the sex offender registry. He tried to get me to send him naked pics of my daughter, under the guise of being a nudist. I would be kicking myself if I didn't ask, so I was wondering if you would accept an engagement of witty banter between two intellectuals.

Of course this "engagement" may start off as purely platonic, but my sensual desires will most likely guide our cohesive unity down more erotic, lascivious, and sexual paths that will include, but are not limited to, passionate make out sessions under the starlit sky, dry humping, fondling each other's naughty parts, and an abundance of new, uncharted sexual positions where I assert my pure dominance in establishing a realm of absolute sovereignty in your nether regions.

Is this something you would be interested in pursuing? I had been single for two years after the break up of a 4 year relationship and had only been on one date in those two years. Not being the type of girl to go hang out at bars, I signed up for OKC. The first person to view my profile, before I had even put up a picture, was a good friend who said he was easily able to figure out it was me even without a photo.

Ok, good sign that I'm representing myself well. The first couple of weeks I got the typical creeper messages and had started chatting with a few seemingly normal guys. Things got weird once I started going on dates. Had no social skills. Looked like he had slept in the clothes he meet me for breakfast in and hadn't showered. Said he was an amateur comedian but the jokes he tired to tell me came off as strange and not funny in the slightest. I had stupidly given him my cell number before we meet and despite sending him a message on the site that I didn't see anything coming of that one date, he proceeded to text me at random intervals for two months asking to go to on of the open mic nights he was preforming at.

Seemed great when we were messaging. Was in a band, had a good job. He lived an hour from me so we agreed to meet at a great bar that was in between us. Stood me up and never responded to the message I sent the next day. He did send me a message about a month later as if we had never spoken before and I had the pleasure of reminding him of the situation and telling him to fuck off.

Had a great first date and saw each other 3 more times that same week. Ended up hanging out for three months but only seeing each other every other week or so. Eventually he told me he wasn't attracted to me any more about the time I was realizing I wanted an actual relationship. This was the worst experience. We talked constantly for two weeks. He was ex military, looked really handsome in his pictures. When I pulled in the parking lot at the restaurant, I saw a guy walking and thought oh please don't let that be him.

His pictures were obviously several years old. He had gained at least 50 lbs, his hairline was receding and he was not as handsome as his pictures looked.

I'm not shallow so I figured if conversation went as well as online we'd still have fun. Wrong, all he talked about during dinner was his time in the military and barely let me get a word in. He also decided to tell me how he had been engaged until a few months ago, but she had left him. Great topic for a first date. We then went to a movie and I honestly remember next to nothing about it because I was focusing on keeping his hand off my leg.

He kept trying to rub my leg and arm and just generally being creepy. By the time we left the movie he was talking like we were already in a relationship. I was ready to get the hell away from this guy and of course he goes for a kiss which I successfully deflected.

Sent him a message the next day saying there was no chance for any sort of relationship and luckily never heard from him again. I get a message saying "I don't know how much we really have in common but Decided to meet for dinner and a movie. He was late because of traffic. Luckily was much cuter than his pictures. Had a wonderful dinner, great conversation, really hitting it off. Go to the theater and the movie we had planned to see was not playing at that time anymore, I had looked at the wrong day on the website.

Ok, chose a different movie that isn't for 45 minutes. Go to the mall across the street walk around and talk some more. Get back to the theater and that showing is sold out. Buy tickets for the next showing in a half hour, it was opening weekend of the movie so it was on two screens. Sit in the theater for half an hour talking. Kiss then spend the whole movie with his arm around me. Sit in my car for half an hour after the movie talking some more. And that is how several bad experiences lead up to the most ill planned date ever with the man that I have been with for over a year now and will, eventually, marry.

Set a first date for a big Halloween bar hop. I went as hipster Hitler. Never do the first date as Hitler. Met this girl on okcupid while I was in Iraq.

Ended up driving across the states with her a few months later. Now she won't leave. I guess we're married or something. Six hours later edit: I'm gloating about getting so much karma from one post, and getting flipped off.

I should mention we've been married for four years. Internet dating, aww yeah. So you put the edit in after you remembered that you told her your reddit username last week, right? We wouldn't want her to think that there's no room for improvement.

I'm guessing she subtley implied that was the deal before the date and you somehow missed it. Well then perhaps she learned a valuable lesson about the costs of subtlety. And I am pretty sure the "somehow" there would be him not being a john and therefore not knowing the prostitution code words. We met online, he seemed cool and funny, we went out a few times. A few weeks in, he told me I was almost perfect, except my upper arms were fat. I think he meant it as a compliment, but the 2nd part was all I heard.

I connected with and started talking phone and text to a girl that lived several states away. Things were going well for a few weeks and we started talking about possibly meeting up in the near future. Then one day at 4am I got woken up by a phone call, it was this girl clearly wasted and talking about how she wanted to kill herself.

It was pretty scary, and I ended up talking to her for an hour and half before she seemed "safe". Talked to her one more time to suggest she get counseling.

Met my current wife several weeks later on a different site. Guy messaged me from two states over on okcupid. We end up talking for hours a day on the phone and skyping for months. He come's to visit. We have an amazing week. I fall in love. Two weeks later the stress of our relationship too much for him. He chooses being in the closet over our relationship. Year later still in love. He's still in the closet. I get living a double life sucks, but come on man.

I gave him my number since I felt bad and suggested we chat off okc. Started chatting with him and then realized why he looked so familiar. When we met up, he talked too much about girls he slept with and even showed me pictures, which was totally not cool.

We both agreed on pretending to not know each other and act as if it was our first time meeting. When I got there, he broke his word and acted like he was on extremely familiar terms with me. He was way too friendly even though he brought a date along. The guy was an attention whore and my best friend told me he had been going around and name dropping my name a lot. I was trying to deny I even knew this guy true but he kept acting like we're extremely close, and thanks to my okc profile, he knew bits of my personality that made him seem close to me.

My friend got riled up to the point where he just left the party. Oh and this genius could make it worse. His date was pretty trashed by now, and I spotted her walking towards me. I was about to apologize for his behaviour when she suddenly lunged towards me, trying to tackle me. I managed to dodge her and she ended up head-butting couch, but half of her ended up on my foot.

I pretty much limped home. Oh and she accidentally burnt me with her cigarette while I was saying goodbye to the host. At least, I hope that was an accident. I guess since this got some attention, I'll elaborate. I met the guy online, we hit it off well over phone but the physical attraction wasn't there for me. I made it clear that'd we would be great friends, but that was it.

He seemed cool with it. We had great late night conversations and I trusted him. He was sort of pressuring me to meet up, so I eventually caved and told him to come over and play video games with me and a guy friend of mine.

I said, "Just so you know, I'm not looking to hook up. I just want to play some super smash and have a drink or two. So he came over, I had half a drink, and then I step out to talk to my roommate. That's the last thing I remember. The friend who was with me told me the next morning that I drank more, but not much, but that he got plastered. He remembers the guy get really aggressive with him and throwing him out, while I'm slumped over on the bed. I wake up, completely naked, with this guy still in my bed.

I throw him out, and lock myself in my bathroom, sobbing. I call the friend from last night, he comes over immediately. We call his mom, who was a lawyer, and she tells me to grab the clothes from the night before and the sheets and anything he touched.

It's then that my eyes wander to my xanax bottle. I have panic disorder and I always kept a good count of my pills because I started putting the pieces together. I had my exam and vomited and fainted during it. It was three years ago, and all the evidence is there, so I have another seven years to decided if I want to press charges. Unfortunately, my counselor was awful and told me not to.

I don't think of myself as a victim. I truly believe I am a survivor. It's a tough thing, because I do remember more of the night than I did the next morning. I'll spare you guys the gruesome details. I do want to take this time to say that if you've experienced anything like this, please know you are not alone, there are people there to help, and that it will get petter.

It's sad how common it is, but you will overcome. Nah it's cool, I'm over it. I learned from it. Please tell me that the bastard is locked up.

My gf was raped and nothing came of it. It just infuriates me when stuff like this happens and those who are responsible aren't brought to justice. I'm glad you were able to put that behind you and move on, you must be a very strong person. Eh, most rapists pretty much never go to court, much less prison.

Rape is hard to prove, and a lot of victims decide the emotional risk of reporting a rape and having people dig through your private life and questioning and blaming you is just not worth it. That's what happened to me. Because I wasn't a virgin the cops closed my case without any interviews. I signed up for okcupid because I'm busy with grad school and the nearest gay bar is an hour and a half away and since I work most weekends I figured online dating would be my best option.

I messaged a few girls, but nothing ever panned out into a date, so I decided to leave it be and just focus on school for a bit. Then some girl starts messaging me and she seems alright and she lives in the same city as the aforementioned gay bar, so she's not too far away.

After a few messages I ask her on a date, she agrees. I wasn't super interested, but I figured I didn't have anything else to do that day, how bad could it be? There's a really cool mall in this city and a shitty one, we went to the shitty one. I meet her in the cafe of the book store, she looked so different from her profile pic I didn't believe it was her. She also had the personality of Lurch from the Adams Family, but I think Lurch would have had the sense not to wear a pastafarian t-shirt on a first date.

I'm here, I'm queer, and I haven't eaten. I'll stick this one out. I suggested that we should go for a bite to eat. She's vegetarian, but it's cool; that's something I've tried to do before and I still eat veggie pretty often.

We're walking around the shitty mall and I see a Mexican restaurant. Awesome, I love Mexican food and she can eat beans or whatever. Sure, take me to a burger joint I don't want to go to and where you can't eat after I drove half an hour to you, that's nice. So I got a burger and she got a mushrooms between bread sandwich.

It was the saddest thing I've ever seen. She tried to make conversation over how many napkins they give you. She revealed her life goal was to work at a barely above minimum wage job in her hometown after she graduated college.

At this point I should have quietly stood up and left the building without acknowledging her, but I'm an optimist and I figure it had to go up from here. We spend the next 45 minutes walking around the shitty mall. She wants to go to Hot Topic. During our slow, short walk she has to take a break, twice.

On the first break she told me of all the shows on T. She told me between breaths that she used to do Brazilian Jujitsu and that she was an athlete. On the second break she told me she had to go at 8: I asked her the time and she told me it was 8: I said something to the effect of close enough and got up and left. I called my friend on the way home to work out some of the frustration. At some point he asked what her name was. It was then I realized that I never bothered to ask. I didn't even get that girl's name, if that's not a complete failure I don't know that is.

She didn't even buy anything, she just pointed to stuff and gave her opinion on it and read the text on "funny" t-shirts. This reminds me of my first time going on a date arranged on OKC. I had been texting this girl for a good three weeks and we finally decided to go out on a date. It takes me an hour to drive there and I arrive at the restaurant before she does a good thirty minutes before our date so I could be prepared.

The waitress brings her to my table and I see another man walking with her. They both sit down and at this point I'm really confused. She introduces me to her husband and he tells me that they've been looking for another man to join them because his wife likes being fucked by two guys at the same time and he's into it as well. For the first time in my entire life I was completely speechless.

I had no idea how to reply so I just got up and walked out of the restaurant without saying a word. I keep hearing stories like that happening to lesbians on dating sites, you get to her house and then there's a guy there and she's all like, "My husband likes to watch. I think you could have had some fun with this though. Make the husband pay for your meal, think up some sob story about your wife dying, and then during dinner and have a mood-killing meltdown in front of them.

That way nobody goes home happy. As a lesbian, yes, it happens a lot, and it's so goddamn irritating. You'll be talking to a really nice girl for a week or two, getting ready to meet up and everything, excited to go on a date And then she says, "Oh wait, let me make sure that's ok with my husband. And then it's "Either he gets to join in or nothing happens.

I fucked a guys wife in front of him before. While he was laying on the bed with us. All the while he was saying nasty shit to her like "oh yeah honey, take his whole cock in your mouth" Seriously the oddest sexual encounter of my life.

I'm not joking around. I'll post the full story if anyone is curious what led up to it. If this happened again I would definitely do things differently but I was just so shocked because she didn't even once mention in the three weeks that we were texting that she had a husband and what her intentions were for our date.

I feel as though I ought to use a throw away for this one. It was a girl on OKC, honestly there were so many red flags but I, giving others the benefit of the doubt continued speaking with her online. Red flags were pictures of her high heels with fishnet stockings on and she had "Mistress" in her username. She seemed kind online but entirely over emotional. I agreed to meet her at her place on a Friday evening.

On the way I give her a call, asking if shed like me to pick anything up. She asks for a pack of red bull and said she would pay me back. I oblige of course wanting to make a good impression and be a gentleman. I enter her apartment and we chat for a bit, she has an Xbox that she asks if I'd like to play and I say sure, she just hands me the controller and I play Limbo, asking if shed like to play often not wanting to hog it or anything. Eventually we decide to go to the gas station for a snack, she starts talking about her ex boyfriend red flag and how when he broke up with her and she started eating more and more red flag I realized at this point she was a bit crazy.

But it was too late to just bail on her. We get back and she pulls out a bottle of grain alcohol and we begin mixing it with red bull.

Things get hazy here but I remember after a while she started 'kissing at me' more like a pecking motion. I was completely drunk and dont remember how I responded. Not too much later she says "I have to go to the bathroom, why dont you come in with me" I thought, what the hell?

After that we enter her room and she says "You're a virgin arent you. So I do I was stupidly not wearing any protection She gives a bit of a blowjob and then lowers herself onto me she was wearing a short red and black plaid skirt The first time was fine, she lifts and lowers herself again and pain rips through my dick, I wince and say "ouch" so she gets off and my dick is bleeding, profusely. She had torn a bit of the flesh that keeps the foreskin attached.

She panics and starts apologizing, I cant even fuckin feel it anymore because I'm still hammered from the grain alcohol. I clean up wait for the bleeding to slow and redress and lay down with her. Through the entire night, neither of us sleeps and she is constantly whispering "I'm so sorry" while caressing my chest, which makes me hard AGAIN and the bleeding continues but I dont say anything, I wait to sober up and drive home and schedule an appointment with a doctor.

It was a nightmare that will haunt me forever. Met up with a girl from OKC over coffee. She was a couple years older than me but she seemed sane and centered maybe a 7. By the time I get her off this topic, she's moved on to me and talking about our perfect life together, how she'd secure our love, started demanding passwords to my facebook and email.

I walked out shortly into this, and she made a grab for my keys had'm out as part of the 'i'm leaving'. He'd realise his mistake and they'd end up happy together with a family and never hide anything from eachother ever! This freaks me out more than a lot of things. There are completely functioning members of society that are in private actually balls-to-the-wall batshit insane when it comes to personal relationships. Would be much easier if people would just wear a sign denoting their issues.

Bipolar agoraphobe with a shy bladder. I was messaged by this girl. We get to talking and she really wants to go out that night despite me having plans. We meet at a frozen yogurt place and I buy.

She went to the wrong location with the downtown one being like I being sensitive to women meeting guys from the Internet offer to drive her there or meet her there. I am getting a little worried so I shoot her a text. She replies oh hit an accident be there soon! I'm ashamed in her place. She probably noted you from further away and decided to not meet you.

Why is it so hard to say 'sorry, but you're not the type I'm looking for', then beeing a bitch and ruining someone's evening. My profile subtly indicated that I'm a kinkster. Woke up one morning and one of the messages was from a girl who wanted me to force her to blow a dog.

Turns out she was high as fuck the night before I don't do drugs so my initial impression wasn't flattering. We corresponded and she turned out to be a reasonably fun and intelligent person. We met, had a few dates and stayed internet friends for a couple years.

Fellating a great dane never did come up again though. Not mine but a very nice woman my recently divorced dad met through POF had an experience where she met a normal looking guy before my dad and after some messaging went out to a restaurant with him. The guy shows up and sits down and immediately got out his phone and told her he had something he wanted to show her. Well she casually puts on her glasses and lays her eyes upon a picture of his dick on a plate then promptly gets up and walks away.

I still think he would have had a better chance of getting with her if he had put a little mustard squiggle down the center but ya win some ya lose some. I had recently gotten out of a long term relationship and moved to a new city.

At the time, I was looking for someone that didn't drink, which narrowed my options to a pretty small group. After a few long message strings fizzled out, a new girl started showing up in my search results. She had similar taste in music, seemed adventurous, really into art, talked about hiking, and was pretty cute in her pictures but they were all "concealing angles".

We started talking, and I was pretty interested to meet her, but we talked a lot about relationships and compatibility and not really that much else. I was pretty lonely at the time, and haven't really done a ton of dating up until this point, so it didn't seem too weird, but she did text me basically all day before meeting me, which was a little strange, but not entirely off-putting. This process took maybe a month.

Anyway, we finally decided we should meet, and set a date a week in the future. After a couple days, she goes to the doctor and ends up taking a medication that they monitor you on for a couple weeks, so she is not able to drive long distances. I decide to take the bus into the suburbs to meet her. When I meet her, she is overweight. Not an absolute dealbreaker, but honestly, if you're overweight, just be open about it. Anyway, I haven't eaten yet, so we go to lunch to decide what we are gonna do on what turned out to be a gorgeous day.

I remember she mentioned hiking, so I suggest that and then make a joke about ruining my shoes in the mud. She responds by asking very loudly in this busy restaurant if I am gay. I assure her that I am not, and we go to what she describes as her "favorite place to hike. It took a total of 5 minutes. In the car back to her house, I realize that she does not have any music by any of the bands she claimed to like on her profile.

It turns out that she "sort of" likes them, but that she just didn't think that she would get the kind of guys she likes listing a ton of pop rock and emo bands.

We get back to her house, and it turns out she lives with her parents. Whatever, I am in my early 20s, it's not that uncommon. We decide to watch a movie in her room, and she picks out her newest favorite movie "In Time", a Justin Timberlake film that seems like it was supposed to be a commentary on wealth disparity, but the director didn't understand this aspect of the film at all, and I basically laughed through the entire thing.

At this point, I need to take the bus home. It turns out we can have our second date in the city, so since we are both into art, I suggest the art museum. I tried not to sulk, but I had basically decided things wouldn't work out and was trying to figure out how to break it off. We pretty much rush through the museum without looking at anything, and she decides she'd like to go to Ikea.

OK, I am just trying to be agreeable until we aren't in a really public place, but when we get to Ikea, she starts talking about the next date, which just results in me trying to explain that I'm not really interested in her in a fake living room for about 20 minutes. She demands I let her drive me home, and not wanting another scene to develop, I submit.

She keeps trying to convince me to let her into my house, but on this I will not relent, so she starts hitting me, and then grabs me and kisses me.

Evidently, she wanted to prove that we had some chemistry through kissing, which is actually a very effective method if you use teen movies as research. I know this will probably seem pretty mundane, and certainly not the worst thing that could happen, but I was really depressed for a few days over this. Basically, I am 23 and only just tried a dating site out for the first time a couple of months ago. A couple weeks back, a girl added me, and we really hit it off - we had a similar sense of humor, intelligent and I also found her quite attractive We talked for hours, she even shared private photos not x-rated or anything.

Then, after several days of this, for no reason I could conceive, she removed me and blocked me from contacting her without explanation I know she wasn't banned or that she killed off her account. I read the chat log over and over - especially the last lines, fearing I had somehow offended her; even explained it to someone else in case I had missed something, but we couldn't deduce any obvious reasons.

The two things that really got to me about it was that she sought me out. I would totally get it if I added her and then she decided to cut it off for whatever reason.

The other thing that got me more was just the cold, callous way she just severed ties. Guys and girls, if you're going to stop talking to someone, don't just flat out block them - it's cowardly and unhelpful. I think most people would rather know the reason why, than just be left high and dry with no explanation.

Mostly positive experiences though. I almost never meet anyone for the second date, but I don't really feel like I've lost anything by sitting through a quick coffee and an uninteresting conversation I typically avoid saying interesting things about myself if I'm not interested in pursuing her.

Only once have I flat out walked away within the first 5 minutes. The worst experience I had from meeting a girl from OKC was when a girl had ruptured my ear drum on a second date. It took a while to recover from it. I talked to this girl on OKC, she was pretty enough in her photos.

So I invite her to a nice place, she arrives like 20min late and I initially didn't recognize her because she was at least lbs heavier than her photos.

Immediately I think this isn't going to work out but I think maybe she'll wow me with her personality, and she came from far away so I figure I'll buy her a drink at least. It was like pulling teeth. The kind of date where you have to keep asking probing questions and get short answers and no continuation to the conversation, no questions about yourself, etc So I excuse myself to the bathroom, as I'm peeing I text my friend "Hey what're you up to this date sucks", as I finish peeing I look down and see: For some reason my half-drunk brain decided that adding "lol" to the message would somehow make it seem like a joke So I finish and when I get out the girl is looking at her phone.

In 30 seconds I ask the bartender for the bill, pay it, and say "nice to meet you" and run out of the bar. Proceed to meet my friend and get mercilessly made fun of for the next few months. My friend Adam is celebrating his 21st birthday with 2 friends.

They are absolutely coked and liquored out of their minds, and at some point, Adam is determined to get laid, despite not actually being able to stand. As they're walking the strip, they decide to get on craigslist and "order a girl". In the photo, she was of course perfect 10, blonde, 20 yo etc etc.

They wouldn't let the girls in the door, so they started getting real ghetto, banging on the door, yelling and these guys are worried cause of drug paraphernalia and shit. So they're like, "Okay, if we let you in, will you shut the fuck up! In the end, they all ended up getting drunk together on the strip and having a great time.

There's a large operation in Florida that uses ChristianMingle to lure women into human trafficking. Don't fuck around, and if he isn't traceable online, the chance that he's using a fake persona is too high to risk. I've been on a couple dates from OKC. I have to say, it's a pretty sweet website to make new friends and date.

The first time I met with a girl off of it, she was cute, had a great body, and we got along fine. To be honest, I didn't expect a relationship out of it, but it was fun nonetheless.

She had informed me that she wanted to be a cam girl, and hey, I don't judge, so I didn't think much of it. But during the movie we saw After Earth, I had already seen it and pleaded that we see something else , she kept touching her titties and teasing me.

I felt like the messages she was sending were incredibly clear, but every time I wanted to make a move, I was shut down. This continued on the ride home and, although I thought we got along well, she never texted me again. One of the last things she said to me on the ride back was that she 'loves to tease guys'.

I joined OKC just to go on random dates and take the quizzes. I met a man on there who I am now so crazy about that not only did I marry him, which I never wanted to do, but I'm actually contemplating children, which I didn't want up until now. It's a casual dating scenario gone awry. My guyfriend was fingering a 1-night-stand okcupid date, and she squeezed a turd into his hand.

He smelled it, went to the bathroom to wash up, and promptly left.. I knew a girl who had an online dating profile. She is a bit overweight. She had something like 2 responses in 2 months. As an experiment she made another profile and used word for word the same description of herself, but with no photograph.

She got over 50 responses in the first week. That fact made me very sad. I can only imagine how it made her feel. It's easier to sort by appearance online more than it is in person. When your next option is just a click away, you tend to move on much quicker than you normally would. I guess I don't see the problem, or why jumpingflea would feel bad. I'm not the best looking guy around, but I'd rather post my picture up so that people who are worried about appearance can go ahead and write me off versus not putting up a picture, and being denied face-to-face or after I've invested time getting to know the person.

I had a realization a few years ago. I care just as much about appearance as other people do. And really, so does everyone, even those who say they don't or complain about shallow people although shallow people definitely exist. I had no right to be upset at someone for writing me off because of my looks, when I do the same thing. A story about what can happen when you overdo it with online dating. Names have been changed to protect the awkward.

I sat in a bar in lower Manhattan speaking with Jane. This, my fourth OkCupid first date in that particular bar, was going well. The conversation had started out slowly because I knew very little about her the information on her profile having been sparse , but by now we were swapping stories and laughing.

Around the time she moved her bag to the floor from the space in between us in the booth, my phone started blowing up. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. The important thing to note here is that I had no idea who was texting me. It could have been the girl from DateMySchool who I had gone out with the previous night, it could have been the girl from OkCupid I'd been trying to schedule a date with but who kept flaking on me, or it could have been the girl I was set to see the following night.

Instead, it was Moira, who I'd been on two dates with. She was having a birthday party and was apparently very intent on me coming over. Moira and I hadn't slept together, but we'd expressed the mutual desire to do so. I was having a good time, so I wasn't about to cut things short with Jane. Besides, Moira had given me zero notice. So I texted her that I was out with friends but would try to come over later. It was still early; my date with Jane had started early because she lived pretty far uptown and wanted to be able to get back.

I returned to the booth and ordered another round, switching to beer in order to have an excuse to go back to the bathroom, in case I needed to text Moira again.

Over the next 45 minutes, the conversation with Jane gradually became more intimate, and her body language reflected this. Moira was still texting me, and I went one more time to the bathroom to text her some excuse.

The table next to us asked Jane and I to switch, and we sat down much closer to each other in the new booth. Soon we were making out in the dark bar. Eventually she said she had to go, and on the way out, I tried to remember what her OkCupid match questions had revealed about her attitude toward first-date sex.

At the subway station, I asked if she'd like to join me at my place. She replied "I don't do that," but said to call her. During our goodnight kiss, she guided my hand to her breast, which I took to mean she had not been offended by my suggestion. Moira's apartment was a half-hour subway ride away. I texted her that I was free and asked if I could still come over.

Then I got on the subway without waiting for a response. I got lucky with the trains and made good time, but to my surprise, it was pouring rain when I got out of the station.

I found shelter under an awning and got in touch with Moira. The party was over, but since I was so close, she said to come on by. I ran, but still got completely soaked. Moira seemed reasonably glad to see me as she let me into her building, even though it seemed she would have been in bed already if it weren't for me. She led me upstairs to her apartment and into her bedroom. Things soon got hot and heavy, but it came to light that neither of us had condoms.

So we fooled around harmlessly for a while and smoked a joint that she rolled. As a weed newbie, I only got half a good puff. I offered to go buy protection--it had stopped raining--but she must have been having second thoughts, because she declined.

We talked some more, and she said she didn't think I really liked her. I dodged the question, but realized in my mind that she was right. In the morning, we shared a long, awkward, naked, hungover silence. She suggested I leave, so I got dressed. My bunched-up clothes were still damp from the night before. I mumbled a goodbye and left the apartment without making eye contact with Moira's friend who had slept on her couch.

On the way home, as my bedhead and damp, wrinkled clothing earned me strange looks, I thought about how I had gotten to this point. I had joined OkCupid two years earlier in order to find a long-term partner, but after the first two frustrating months in which I learned how to use the site effectively, I had gotten stuck in the famous "revolving door. I no longer have the exact numbers written down.

All these interactions had followed different courses, but an underlying theme was that most of these women were either not quite what I was looking for, or vice versa. Either there wasn't much chemistry, or there was enough to date for a while even as much as a month but not enough to make a real relationship possible. The bottom line was that OkCupid made it very easy for me to get dates, but for whatever reason the dates weren't good enough.

Even though it was always hard for me to get dates offline, I decided to take a break from online dating. I found a guy on OKCupid that had a lot of the same interests as I did.

We talked on a messenger for a few weeks, and decided to go on a date. We met at a Korean restaurant in the major town that was about 45 minutes away from my house. I like bigger guys, but when he arrived I was immediately turned off. He was at least pounds, and he was having a hard time walking. In fact, he was sweating profusely. This continued throughout the date, and he had to ask the waitress for extra napkins because he was sweating so bad. When it became obvious I didn't like the food at the restaurant, he reached over without asking and took my plate.

He paid for dinner which was nice, but I usually prefer to go dutch on the first date, and asked me to follow him to Starbucks, because we had planned to catch a movie after the date.

I paid for our coffees, and we sat down. As we were talking, he had the gall to criticize the fact I "didn't look like my photo" just because I had highlights put in my hair, and that my "boobs looked bigger in my photos. I was miffed, but I wanted to see the movie we had planned on seeing. I bought our tickets and sodas the fact I paid for this and the coffees is important, and during the entire movie, he kept attempting to shove my hand down his pants.

He finally stopped after I told him to fuck off. As he walked me to my car, he said, "Want to go back to my place? As he screamed at me, I got in my car and drove away. He got in his car and attempted to follow me back to my apartment, which was 45 minutes in the opposite direction of where he lived. I called my friend and drove to her house, where she and her husband met me outside Fat, sweaty asshole says I owed him sex because he paid for dinner, even though I paid for the lion's share of the date.

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