OK…in setting the scene, I have joined a dating site to see if can meet a few women whom I could catch up with occasionally over a coffee or a drink. If by chance the chatting went well and we were made to delve deeper then I will admit that a “friends with benefits” approach to a meet up would have been on the cards.
So, I have been on this site for about a week or so and have been hit on by one woman who cant drive and wanted me to visit her 75kms away out in bloody Gippland and of the other two one was from somewhere in Canada and the other from the UK. I gather it is fair to say that they were more than likely hacker generated?
Saturday….have been online for a few hours now and a system message came up asking me to check out a profile so I did so. OK….close by, about my age but no picture…hmmm, yeah, reads OK…we have some interests….yeah, I will send her a contact request.
An hour or so later….she is checking out my profile and pings me back saying I like your profile and hope to learn more about you. Thus, I added her to my contacts and that opened a chat box…what occured after that is pasted below and from my perspective is quite funny!
Me: Hi…I guess I type stuff here and I hope you get it?
Her: who the fuck do you think you are to be in a relationship yet say in your profile why men have to do all the work…grow a brain and learn that you need a good hard look at yourself for even displaying and saying the the things you do . LOSER!!!!
Me: Oh..kay? Have you ever heard of an open-relationship or is your head firmly ensconsed in the sand like so very many of your sex?
Her: JUST DONT NEED THE GRIEF AND i KNOW IT SOUNDS SELFISH YET IF U CANT UNDERSTAND…WHAT IS MINE IS MINE AND DOES NOT STRAY AND CANT BE BOTHERED. GOODLUCK!
Me: I pity you. Yeah, no worries good luck in confining your man when you find him. I can send you some handcuffs if you would like or maybe some rope…that might work for a while?
And thus ended our chat session. Psycho hose beast perhaps?
Clyde
Peninsula Polyamory 