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Me sad plump girl is actually not that fat. I am just a liittle big...
I often dabble in online dating, even though I have a hate-hate relationship with it.
Somehow, after a couple of months of boredom, I conveniently forget the cringe-worthiness of my previous experiences and give it another shot.*
I feel ready for stability and partnership. I decided to branch out to look for someone, sigh, appropriate.
And, there he was. His profile stated he was a vice-president in an MNC. in his mid-40s with a friendly face and great smile. After a few emails, I was sold. This was, indeed, an appropriate match. I agreed to meet him for coffee.
Sadly, he had committed one of the deadly sins of online dating. He had lied about his age, was at least 10 years older and 30 pounds heavier.
I resisted the urge to run and suffered through an endless coffee. He told me how much money he had. He talked about all the important people he knows. He talked, at length, about his crazy ex.
He lthen leaned in and tried to touch my hands and I pulled away like his hand was on fire. Then, it got really weird. He started laughing*very loudly and maniacally at his own jokes, with this crazy look in his eyes, and rocked back and forth. Every single person in the coffee shop gave me that “poor girl” look. I wanted to hide under a rock or at least the table.
He busted out his last move: “If I asked you to fly off to KL this weekend, would you come with me?” he asked.
Without skipping a beat, I said, strongly and loudly, “No!”
His response? *“But, but, but I’ll pay. I’ll pay for it all!”
He looked stunned and shocked when I got up to leave.
He didn’t even realize he had basically just called me a whore, out looking for the highest bidder.
I often dabble in online dating, even though I have a hate-hate relationship with it.
Somehow, after a couple of months of boredom, I conveniently forget the cringe-worthiness of my previous experiences and give it another shot.*
I feel ready for stability and partnership. I decided to branch out to look for someone, sigh, appropriate.
And, there he was. His profile stated he was a vice-president in an MNC. in his mid-40s with a friendly face and great smile. After a few emails, I was sold. This was, indeed, an appropriate match. I agreed to meet him for coffee.
Sadly, he had committed one of the deadly sins of online dating. He had lied about his age, was at least 10 years older and 30 pounds heavier.
I resisted the urge to run and suffered through an endless coffee. He told me how much money he had. He talked about all the important people he knows. He talked, at length, about his crazy ex.
He lthen leaned in and tried to touch my hands and I pulled away like his hand was on fire. Then, it got really weird. He started laughing*very loudly and maniacally at his own jokes, with this crazy look in his eyes, and rocked back and forth. Every single person in the coffee shop gave me that “poor girl” look. I wanted to hide under a rock or at least the table.
He busted out his last move: “If I asked you to fly off to KL this weekend, would you come with me?” he asked.
Without skipping a beat, I said, strongly and loudly, “No!”
His response? *“But, but, but I’ll pay. I’ll pay for it all!”
He looked stunned and shocked when I got up to leave.
He didn’t even realize he had basically just called me a whore, out looking for the highest bidder.
