John is romantic; I am irritated.

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Forgot in my prior post to mention that during the game, John had trouble figuring out how to set the lock screen on his Android phone. We figured it out and his choice for lock screen picture was…. the picture I’d sent him of myself. I died a little inside… it seemed WAY too much for me. He also Facebook friend requested me, and I told him I wasn’t accepting it because it was way too soon. But I let it go.

Monday morning he sent me a few song lyrics he wrote for me (hence my reference to him as a poet). It was nice, but I chafed a little at his over-the-top romanticism. Continue reading

John starts on a high note, then descends…

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A reminder, you can always check out my “men in the mix” page to get the latest on the men I’m writing about. It’s all spoilers, all the time!

John drove me home, we parked his car and I invited him into my house. In my kitchen, as I poured him a drink, he went for it. Arms around me, mouth on the back of my neck, pushing me up against my kitchen counter.

I discovered this man in his late 50s had the libido of a 20-year-old. We got pretty heated on my main floor and I decided what the hell, I’d take him upstairs.  Continue reading

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Anatomy of a Liar Pt. 2

Part One

Bryon and his family’s’ social media accounts showed a very affluent family. He lived the places he said he did. There were pictures of his wife and him together, with and without their adult children, but nothing since year-end 2016.

The conclusion I drew was he perhaps was single, perhaps, but there is no way he’d been split for six years unless they had an unconventional relationship. And if that was the case, if he was actually seeking a new relationship he would be smart enough to say “yes my ex and I are very close, we still do things together blah blah.”

It occurred to me much later that he was so arrogant he didn’t think he needed to do so. He didn’t think anyone would check out his family’s profiles or didn’t care what it showed if they did. Perhaps most women didn’t see the red flags or were blinded by his luxury lifestyle and fancy parties. Continue reading

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Anatomy of a liar.

This one really made me angry. Bryon wasn’t a catfish in the traditional sense, but he was fishing for something, with no intent to catch this fish.

I knew he was lying about something, right from the beginning – I will tell you why shortly. But being focussed on that lie prevented me from noticing the other signs of a catfish right away.

Perhaps the most frustrating thing for me is to meet someone who was what I seek. You know, if not for the whole douchebag thing. He was intelligent, accomplished, and interesting. But he was an intellectual bully.

He was also likely married. Or at the very least, nowhere near as single as he professed. Continue reading

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Ann was fooled by a catfish.

Yes. I’m embarrassed to say, but I was catfished. It was only for a 24-hour period, but still. I don’t like making those kinds of mistakes. Well, I don’t like making any mistakes at all, but I’m getting far more comfortable with the large number of romantic mistakes I’ve made and will keep making.

The short duration of our exchange hid some of the red flags. And he was very clever.

Like the last one, his pictures were real. They seemed current. He was in his mid-fifties. He had filled out many questions on OK Cupid and had a full descriptive profile. We had a 95% match percentage.

In other words, nothing seemed off. Continue reading

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They aren’t catfish, Part 2

Part One – being catfished

A couple of days of texting later, I asked whether he wanted to meet for a coffee or drink. He said yes, but he didn’t “really know” where I was. When I said my precise location didn’t matter, he called me “miss spy”. We made plans to meet after work that Friday, and our texting for the next day was perfectly normal.

That was Tuesday.

He didn’t text again.

On Saturday, the day after our supposed date, I texted “what happened to us going out yesterday after work” and he replied the next day “I don’t know, I never heard back you disappeared for two days.” He said he wanted to try again. Continue reading

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They aren’t catfish, but are just as bad.

This may need a new dating term – someone who uses their actual pictures, but who lies about their purpose for being online. They may actually be single as they profess, but they aren’t seeking dating or a relationship. Here’s another story of my being catfished.

The only thing they want is to get off on pictures and a sexually-charged chat.

Some may be willing to speak on the phone, but most aren’t. Some are very clever at how they present and interact, and it’s hard to realize they are not-quite-catfish.

This has happened to me three times in two weeks.  Continue reading

An early introduction to lying in dating | Getting "catfished"

I just re-read this post and it still makes me laugh. Even in my early dating days, I knew that something that seemed too good to be true probably was. I also knew that 99% of people have smartphones that can take pictures and that there’s only so long someone can promise to be in your city before you know they are bullshitting you.

I never found out what this guy was really like. Pretty sure he’s a gross elderly obese man who gets off on the pictures women send him. That’s my only regret with this one – I sent the guy a bunch of very revealing pictures (never with my face) of a sort I’d never sent before. The thought that he’s still getting off on them just creeps me out. Yuck.

Live and learn.

Hook Line & Busted | My Catfish Experience

Getting hit on via LinkedIn? Is this what it's come to?

I have occasionally read stories of women getting hit on via LinkedIn, which has always struck me as really strange.

Now, I’m not referring to someone you know reaching out via this method, to gauge interest. Or reaching out to someone – let’s say, one who got away 20 years ago, who you still think about, in a (vain) attempt to reconnect, maybe to see if they are single, etcetera, just to have them accept your friend request then never respond to your email.

Not that I’m speaking from experience on the latter. Who, me? Continue reading

Apparently I'm a dried up divorcee c*nt

There’s a first time for everything I guess.  One night, I’m on the naughty section of the one dating site, and I see an email come in.  Profile name is “TallHotDoctor”.  Okay, cool.  The message subject and body is the same:

Can you cum over now so I can fuck you nice and hard? : )

Um, no. I looked at his profile and it said he was 31 years old, and a Doctor with not 1 but 2! plastic surgery practices.  Riiiggghhhtttt.  But I was raised right and I don’t think it’s nice to ignore people so the next email exchange went like this:

TallFitDoctor

So now I’m remembering all those pranks I heard about as a kid, ordering pizza to a friend’s house.  This now sort of felt like that.  I figured there’s some poor guy named Bill having his stag party, or a dickhead named Bill who this guy wants to get in serious trouble with Bill’s wife.  So I ignored the follow-up message.  THEN…I get an instant message almost spontaneously in two sections of the site.  Basically saying come over and fuck me.  Again gives me his address.  So now I’m having a wee bit of fun so I respond back with a comment that given one of his profiles says he wants a relationship and the other, casual sex, that it didn’t feel like he was genuine.  He says goddamnit it’s all me just come over and fuck me.  I say, I’m sorry but I’m not just coming over and it’s highly unusual for someone to just give their address so quickly.  Then the clincher – feeling very clever – I say “but I’d be happy to send you a pizza if you like“.

I wasn’t prepared for the next texts:

>> just shut up and come over you divorced blonde cung

>> cunt

I thought it was nice of him to correct his spelling.  In case I thought “cung” was a compliment. I fired back “fuck you, that’s just impolite”.  Then the clincher:

>> you act like your 18 years old your just a divorcee used up with kids old bag quit acting like your hot shit

Wow.  So, after laughing out loud – I mean, he thinks I have multiple kids? I just have one! – I blocked and reported him.  His profiles were gone the next day.