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- Looking for partners
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- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Whenever my boss decides to let me go home. (Usually between 5-11 EST)
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Modern, Futuristic, Paranormal, Fantasy, Medieval, Romance, Horror, pretty much everything.
The online dating thread got me thinking about dating in general, and how everyone has those cringe worthy stories that they share with their friends. You know the ones. They're the stories that we look back on and wonder 'What the fuck was I thinking?!?!' Fortunately, mine are few, but they are enough for me to swear off dating for the rest of my life. (If I ever get divorced that is.)
My first horror story starts off when I was 16 and it was my first real experience with actually dating a guy and not the whole high school 'We're going out' sort of thing. He was 20, played roller hockey, and seemed like a nice guy when I met him. I was at a sporting arena where my step dad was doing some electrical work when I met him, and my uncle pointed it out to me that the guy was flirting with me. I gave him my number, and the next day he called me up to ask me if he could take me to dinner. It was my first actual date so I was extremely excited, but my excitement died fast when he showed up at my door and started flirting with my mom right in front of me. I was about to call the whole thing off when my mom literally pushed us out the door.
Stuck going on the date I wasn't exactly thrilled with, I settled down a bit when he didn't start asking me a million questions about my mother during the drive to the restaurant. Dinner went better than I thought it would, but I started noticing how weird the guy was. He kept talking about his ex, and oil wrestling, which should have been immediate red flags for me to GTFO and never look back, but I was young and naive, and shrugged it off.
After dinner he took me home, gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me he'd call me the next day, which he did, claiming that he had a surprise for our second date, and told me to wear a bathing suit under my clothes. I assumed that we would be going swimming, and didn't think to question him. He picked me up, and everything seemed normal. He took me to his house to meet his parents, who were going out to dinner themselves, and everything was still going normal. At least until his parents left. The minute they walked out the door he led me downstairs to his basement where, to my horror, there was a makeshift wrestling ring made up with mats, covered by a tarp. On the tarp however was oil, not baby oil mind you, motor oil.... Our date for the evening was to wrestle, and then spend the rest of the time scrubbing off the oil. Needless to say I called my mother to come pick me up and never answered a call from the guy again.
Sadly, this is not my only horror story, but it is the worst of them. So, since I shared my horrifically embarrassing story, it's now time for you all to share yours! XD
My first horror story starts off when I was 16 and it was my first real experience with actually dating a guy and not the whole high school 'We're going out' sort of thing. He was 20, played roller hockey, and seemed like a nice guy when I met him. I was at a sporting arena where my step dad was doing some electrical work when I met him, and my uncle pointed it out to me that the guy was flirting with me. I gave him my number, and the next day he called me up to ask me if he could take me to dinner. It was my first actual date so I was extremely excited, but my excitement died fast when he showed up at my door and started flirting with my mom right in front of me. I was about to call the whole thing off when my mom literally pushed us out the door.
Stuck going on the date I wasn't exactly thrilled with, I settled down a bit when he didn't start asking me a million questions about my mother during the drive to the restaurant. Dinner went better than I thought it would, but I started noticing how weird the guy was. He kept talking about his ex, and oil wrestling, which should have been immediate red flags for me to GTFO and never look back, but I was young and naive, and shrugged it off.
After dinner he took me home, gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me he'd call me the next day, which he did, claiming that he had a surprise for our second date, and told me to wear a bathing suit under my clothes. I assumed that we would be going swimming, and didn't think to question him. He picked me up, and everything seemed normal. He took me to his house to meet his parents, who were going out to dinner themselves, and everything was still going normal. At least until his parents left. The minute they walked out the door he led me downstairs to his basement where, to my horror, there was a makeshift wrestling ring made up with mats, covered by a tarp. On the tarp however was oil, not baby oil mind you, motor oil.... Our date for the evening was to wrestle, and then spend the rest of the time scrubbing off the oil. Needless to say I called my mother to come pick me up and never answered a call from the guy again.
Sadly, this is not my only horror story, but it is the worst of them. So, since I shared my horrifically embarrassing story, it's now time for you all to share yours! XD