Here's another from me
As we all seem to at one time or another, I've joined the odd online dating agency. Haven't really been on many dates through them - mainly because it's not until I get on the date that I realise WHY I don't go on Internet dates. But I'm a game bird and will try anything for a laugh...

This particular story revolves around arranging to meet a guy off the Internet. Blindly. His details: 42, 6', long black hair. Fine, I thought, not so bad. I arranged to meet him in Rockworld in Manchester - a nice busy place and great likelihood of me knowing someone there should I need rescuing.

ANYWAY, I get to Rockworld and text him to get him to come and meet me in the lobby. (before I've gotten there I've had all manner of cheesy texts off him - like "mmm, make sure you dress up for me nice" and other stuff that's too misogynistic for words. There goes first warning bell.)

After a while I get a text back, telling me that he's outside by the door. I get to the door to find: 42 - plus the ten years he forgot to add on to be telling the truth. 5'6" instead of 6'. Long black hair? Long, yes, but only at the back - the man had a fucking greasy mullet which was seriously losing fur up top. he looked like Mick fucking McManus in a leather jacket.

Anyway, apparently 'some guys' were after him and that's why he was outside. He tried to lure me to a 'nice quiet bar' but all I wanted to do was run (not to mention the fact that I had already paid to get in AND checked my coat.) I was getting a nasty perv vibe off him, therefore I wasn't going anywhere with him, especially alone.

So I sacked him off and went back into Rockworld while he stormed off like a sulky kid (NO JOKE!!). I didn;t miss out though as I ended up pulling a fit 19 year-old German metal type. Mein Teil!!! :-D
(sundaeg1rl Lady Two-Jugs, Wed 22 Mar 2006, 19:57, Reply)