Eeeewwwwww

So, a friend of mine emailed me this article the other day.  He is a great (single) guy, and has offered to share some of his own stories with me for this blog, but sadly hasn't yet.  But he appreciates a good and funny story, and can appreciate the horrors, comedy, stress, excitement, and fun in dating.

He sent a story he read on Gizmodo.

This and several other dating horror stories were posted in response to this article on Valentine's day asking people to share their worst on-line dating stories.  While all of the stories were horrific, I think this one stands out from the others.  Here it is for you in all of its gloriously creepy detail:

So I have a rule for myself that if anyone asks me out, and they aren't clearly unstable and I am currently single, then I owe them at least a date. It takes a lot of courage to ask someone out, especially if you're a girl, and you can't judge people that quickly, so it doesn't hurt me to go out with them once. So when this girl on PoF asked me out, I said yes, even though she wanted to meet me 45 minutes away from where I was staying. 

So I try to be safe about these things, because while someone might not clearly be unstable, they might just be unstable, so I meet them in a crowded place first. So we met in the Borders near where we were going to go eat. She was 30 minutes late, but called me to tell me its because her power went out, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt. 

So she shows up, and I'm not shallow, but it was a struggle not to audibly gasp when i saw her. She was easily 60-70 lbs heavier than she was in her photo (which was shot from above and in the dark, and clearly from 8 years ago). She was wearing what was clearly children's dime store makeup which was flaking off, she was very much balding, and she walked with a significant limp. 

So okay, maybe her personality is brilliant. Don't judge don't judge don't judge. We talk for 5 minutes, she apologizes for being late and we go eat. So issue 1: she orders a LOT of expensive food. I don't think anything of paying, even when I'm with friends but I immediately took her up on her offer to go Dutch. Issue 2: We really quickly got on the topic of sex, which I thought was odd, and I said that I like to think that I'm open to anything, but some stuff I consider weird like furries, and I couldn't even try because I'd be laughing too hard. She then tells me that the way she has been making her living for the past several years is she goes to anime and furry conventions and draws pictures of patrons as animals with their junk out. So yeah. 

Issue everything: Things spiral from here, and she tells me all these things unprovoked. I'm glad she was honest about them though. So she had been with this guy for the past 2 years. A YEAR before they broke up, she found out that he was having sex with his dog. So yeah. She stayed with him for a YEAR after finding out he was banging the dog. She did not emphasize this point, my BRAIN did, and it would not let it go. So his dog was not a lady dog, it was a boy dog. He was having homosexual dog sex. The part where it crossed the line for her and she decided to leave the relationship was because she found out that her boyfriend was the bottom. Apparently getting fucked BY the dog is her line, much like wearing animal costumes and making zebra noises is mine.  

And I'm ready to go home. She says she's had a good time, would like to see me again, and goes in for the hug. Not wanting to be rude, I hugged her back, and because she was wearing a strapless shirt (not attractive, btw) the insides of my arms touched her bare shoulders. I got home and changed my email address and PoF account, went to bed. The next evening the insides of my arms were RIDDLED with ringworm. Ringworm, by the way, commonly transferred from dogs and cats. Which I now suspect she was fucking.

I really try not to judge people, and I try to be pretty open, but I have my limits. I have since learned to make those limits more clear to other people. I hope you learn from my mistakes as well.

I've had many adventures, but none as adventurous as this.  As I got further and further into the story, it kept getting crazier and crazier until the end was just so outlandishly freaky and crazy that I was literally laughing out loud.

I keep wondering where all of the more normal people are.  A friend of mine, PM, met a guy on Tinder recently.  This guy is in his 40s, has a normal job, and seemed normal.  Then, for who knows what reason, sent her a naked picture of himself in the shower (from the waist up), and said "want to go out?"  PM said no and deleted him.  What is the thought process that a person goes through that leads them to the conclusion that sending a somewhat naked picture of themselves to a person they've never met in person would result in getting a date?  It may result in getting a one night stand, but an actual date with a person they want to get to know and date?  Um, no (at least not for the people I know).

I'm all for letting your freak flag fly.  But some flags are just too freaky for me.