Internet Dating is dangeros kiddies. Let me tell you a story from like 2 weeks ago. It has taken me this long to get over the trauma of it, but now it's comical so I can relay it. I had a poopy dinner with that guy with the mouse paws. The dinner went fine and boring and all. The drama did not begin until a few emails after:
He emailed me the next day saying that he had a good time and wanted to go out again blah blah blah. I wrote him back that I thought it was shitty that he didn't pay for my half of dinner, even though I kinda offered to pay for my half...I wanted him to be more assertive in paying for the whole dinner! I'm bitchy. I know. He wrote back that he was sorry and that we must have had a miscommunication- obviously not taking the hint that I wasn't particularly interested. But here comes the juicy mango part: He wrote a few days later saying that he wished he had known what kind of "person" I was because he never would have gone out to dinner. I shouldn't have written back because I was the one who had instigated this ridiculous ruckus, but of course, I sent him an email reminding him of how pathetic he was (because he really was. Pre-date, he gushed about how for the past few years, he could never secure a 2nd date. That should've been my hint to never meet him, but I'm a sucker for ridiculous people). So these catty emails went back and forth one more time before he sent an email saying, "You should apologize. I know where you live. Apologize....or else." WHAT?! Who says that? besides people who are in the movie, I Know What You Did Last Summer. I about soiled my pants, but then realized I was probably stronger than him anyway and IF I found him in my apartment building, I would smash his rodent like fingers in my doorway.
And thus ends my forray into internet dating.
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Good hell Candyce!!! That's the scariest date story I've ever heard. When I go out there to visit you, we can go buy you a gun. Do keep any weapons near your bed? I keep a huge knife by my bed just in case. I hope you do the same. If you don't post another blog in the next couple of days, then I'm calling your parents (I still have your home # from high school), and I'm booking my flight.
hahaha, i know! I'm glad you agree! I nearly bought mace, filed a police report, and sent his name out to dozens of friends just in case he murdered me, that way, you would all be able to point the police in the correct direction. i feel that it has blown over now, but, if a few days go by and i haven't been "spotted" definately call the po-po.
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