So yesterday I mentioned a dinner party. At some point in the evening we got to talking about online dating, I don’t remember how. Anyway, we shared stories of people who used old pictures, lied about their height – all the usual stuff.
My story, I think, had them all beat. It was a Saturday afternoon. A coffee date in my neighborhood. The man arrived and was clearly 5-10 years older than his picture and creepy. He just has this vibe that made me want to run away. But I have manners, so I stayed and made polite chit-chat for about 10-15 minutes. And then I said that it was nice meeting him and it was so very kind of him to come to my ‘hood but I was thinking we weren’t a good match and I was going to head home. His reply, “but I have rope in my bag”.
Now, just pause that story for a moment. Not to get too off-track, or too into my personal tastes or proclivities, but if there were a 1-10 scale for measuring how GGG a person is, with 10 being the most and 1 being the least, I’d be a 10. So if I was in a happy relationship and my partner said, “Honey, I have rope in my bag, ” well shit, honestly I’d be thinking, damn, rope burn.
So what did I do when the creepy first date with the really old picture said, “but I have rope in my bag”? I said, “it was nice meeting you” and then got out of there as fast as I could. I then walked in the opposite direction of my apartment and in circles for about 15 minutes to make sure he wasn’t following me.
I like online dating, I do. But sometimes…
Tags: coffee date, GGG, Online dating