When I finally put him out for good, my very next move was to immediately create myself a profile at a wonderful website name Plenty of Fish.
Plenty of Fish is exactly what it says it is. It is free, it allows you to post several pictures, a header and a description to go with it. I went in thinking great. A new way to meet men. I hadn't been in the dating scene for so long and when I had been in it before, I was less wise, really young and stupid.
It was like a grand amount of people who wanted to see what I was about. It was so exciting. At first I was tying to limit my conversations to a minimum so that I could focus and see what people were about. I went on some record breakingly bad dates and I learned very quickly that everybody has an agenda, you just have to see what the agenda is.
Example:
I went to a date with a guy that showed up and of course was not the man from the photo and if it was the man from the photo, it was an absolute long time ago and he had changed so drastically there was no recognition. When your belly touches the steering wheel, hit the gym for crying out loud, don't represent yourself as the 10/20 years ago man and then show up like that. I was pleasant that time. He tried to get me back to his house, showed me his cars and all of his money and I still just couldn't get past that look. Had I been prepared, given a choice, allowed to see you for you first, well it might have been different but it wasn't. All of this and his motive for the conversation was telling me how "I am looking for a woman to stay home and cook and clean and basically revert back to the 40's" Aside from being not who you said you were in the looks department, you also must not have been listening to a word coming out of my mouth because in no way shape or form did he get Little Woman perceptions from me. So the date ended and I came home and blocked the number and the profile.
I went out with one that showed up with his front 2 teeth missing, all things make me sound placid as fuck but I have to say that in reality, teeth are important and surprising when missing.
I met and individual after I left a company party, he seemed nice enough on the phone, lesson learned here was 1) tell your friends when you are going on dates with locations 2) If it looks too good to be true, it most certainly is 3) Always have an escape tactic on deck. This one got the nickname Yamar Crazy Pants. Looked like Tupac, had beautiful eyes except they had a twinkle of crazy as hell in them. Got out to his place and discovered that this new place he was so lovingly referring to was a grounded mobile unit, will not call it a home because there was no bathroom included in it. It was running off of a generator and there was nothing but a mud hole surrounding it where it had just recently been dug out. Bad you say, well let me tell you it gets better. Crazy pants forgot to mention a few things, he forgot to mention that he was a doomsday prepper and a sever conspiracy theorist. As I was sitting on his front porch, all that was rolling thru my head was how can I get out of here cuz this guy is crazy. I had fortunately set a time limit upon arrival so there would be no misconception. All the while he was spouting off conspiracy issues and how becoming a man who lives off the land has bettered him as a person. You did meet me on POF with your smart phone, that in and off itself poses a controversy to your inept theory Mr. Crazy Pants. He didn't want to have sex which was awesome, that could have been a funky no and hope he wasn't as crazy as I suspected but as it was time to leave, I was needing help getting out of that mess of a driveway, I allowed him to drive my car out and when we got to the street, he said this and I will never forget it because I envision this is how people get sucked into cults. He said, " Stephanie, you have been leading your life the same way for 43 years, and so far you are telling me that life is wrong, why not try it my way and see if it works for you as well" Well for one thing, I need a bathroom, a hair dryer, a curling iron, some juice for my phone, lights, running water...etc. But for a split second, I listened to that statement wondering if it had any truth to it.
Last but not least was a man who was sweet as he could be, he was not attractive but if you are looking for substance, you should look past that from time to time. We talked for a week or so and that is my limit if you are local, it's put up or shut up so we went to dinner. He gets out of the car and I notice that the back of his head is miss shaped, well once you really look at it it was flat out missing. He had health issue that caused this and I might have been able to live with this if it were disclosed in the beginning but to add to it at our date he also disclosed that he was wearing a colostomy bag. Also part of the procedure. So nowhere in this week long conversation could he have mentioned these things. I still decided to sit thru the dinner and give him time because I thought, what if I were in his shoes but as we came out, he insinuated we were to go to his place and he basically asked for sex. Lord, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Even a person in this position couldn't find substance, he was just out there looking for a free ride.
These dates set me on a path of destruction, I no longer asked the same questions, I was inquisitive about your look for sure, you must sent me a photo of you as we were talking or we could video chat which leads me into a whole other realm of weirdness. And if all these assholes are going to be about was sex... well 2 could play that game and then the path took a different turn.
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