I just signed up for an online dating site again because it was free and easy to do so I figured what the heck. Then I was reminded of several not-so-great dates (and those that fortunately didn’t make it to date status) that came of other sites I had signed up for.
One such date was a guy I met-about 35 or so, divorced with kids, non-smoker, drinks socially, etc etc. The kinds of things that were reasonable. He said he was about 50 lbs overweight-I figured it wasn’t going to be a big deal. We talked for a while over emails and he seemed nice enough so I agreed to meet him over at the local Buffalo Wild Wings. I got to the BWW looking forward to meeting him, wondering what he looked like, wondering what he was going to be like, etc. I was there a little early and it was a nice night so I waited outside. I was leaning up against the wall next to the door, watching people go in and out and wondering which one he was when I felt the earth rumble beneath my feet in a rhythmic footstep pattern. This hulking man came around the corner-6 foot 5 inches or so and EASILY 100 lbs overweight, he rounded the corner with a grin on his face. Okee Dokee….. We went inside and sat down. He scarfed a few wings as we talked about his ex wife and what a “crazy bitch” she was. Apparently, she came down with kidney cancer and she was getting upset with him coming home so late every night because she needed help around the house and he was going out almost every night after work with his buddies and drinking or whatever. After enduring an hour or two of this beast, we left. I didn’t call back….
Another one didn’t make it to date status. I met him on Equestrian Singles-I still remember that. He kept emailing me, and I responded, despite my better judgement because his profile photo was HIM WITH HIS SHIRT OFF FLEXING IN A MIRROR. Yeah…. FYI, guys-don’t do the no shirt flex in front of a mirror for your profile photo unless you’re a professional body builder or something. This guy was not. HE appeared to have some form to his body, but he was scrawny and not very impressive. NOT a good first impression. I kept the email to him short-he had emailed me and I was doing him a courtesy by emailing him back. So his second email to me was a statement that he hoped I didn’t mind, but that’s not a picture of him in the profile. HUH??? Actually, this is that guy’s brother-confined to a wheelchair because of MS. OK, you know, that’s false advertising!! I’m all for equal rights , but HELLO-you’re advertising on EQUESTRIAN SINGLES. Do you ride?? You can’t walk!!! Maybe in a therapy program or something, but come on!! I’m the kind of person who is at least somewhat athletic (despite the bad back), and I want to go out and DO stuff. This was just not appropriate. Plus you’re starting off on a lie. Sorry, bub. Not happening.
There was the guy I dated for exactly 1 week. He owned a jewelry store. I did half confirm that. We went out twice-he seemed nice enough. On our first date, we went to a coffee store on a Sunday afternoon-I didn’t realize that the coffee shop closed at 3. My Bad. We were having a nice conversation, so I told him that I needed to go take care of my horse and he was welcome to stop by with me. BAD MISTAKE. He came over-we continued a good conversation. We parted ways. The next day, he showed up at the stable looking for me before I got there. Ummm OK-why?? I didnt’ hear about that until later in the week, though. I was there the next day when he showed up AGAIN. We talked briefly and hung out for a bit, then we made a date for that Saturday. I was starting to get a bit creeped out because he showed up unexpectedly, but he was really nice, so we made the date. I had a show with Daisy that Sunday, so I told him that I would have to call it early on Saturday since I had to be up at teh crack of dawn. He was fine with that-very understanding. He brought me a little rose plant as “good luck” for the show. Nice. I told him on Saturday that I didnt’ want him to come to the show because it would be too distracting since we just started dating each other. He asked if he could see me afterwards and I said it wasnt’ a good idea-I would call him and tell him how I did. We went to the show and it went very well. We got back to the stable and before we even unloaded the horses, he was pulling in. We unloaded the horses, I got ready to go-trying to brush him off and get him to leave because now I was irritated. We were getting ready to get in the truck to drop off the horse trailer at my trainer’s house and he said, “hold on-I brought you something.” He takes out this NASTY looking casserole on a paper plate-enough for two people, mind you. I said thanks, took it, and bitched to Diane the whole way back to her house. I dumped the casserole in her trash and texted him that I didn’t want to see him anymore because he was too needy and stalkerish the next day. I found out later that he had been to the stable several times looking for me the week we were dating.
Another one was the infamous alcoholic compulsive liar who stole from me and used my credit card. I’m still working on recovering from THAT guy. It’s not a joke, either, and I’m not exaggerating. Again, despite better judgement, he was with me for a year or so. During that time, I found beer cans in the toilet, and empty beer cans around the house, including on top of an entertainment center, behind couches, under couches, behind beds, in cabinets, etc. I broke it off with him several years ago, and I found ANOTHER few cans just this year!!! What a sad case that was. He couldn’t hold a job because he got caught drinking while working at every place he was hired. He had me drop him off at a job he lost weeks before just to keep up the lie. He actually started off with our first date at a park-he brought some beer with in his coat pockets. He told me that his car was in the shop and his house was being repaired because it had burned down-he was living with his friend at the time we were dating. Well, it turned out there was no car because he got busted with a DUI in a McDonald’s drive thru (how the hell do you do that???) and his house had been repossessed. He was currently living with his mom, who desperately wanted him out of the house. He told me that he had a job working for a private detective-he was actually a cart boy at Piggly Wiggly. LMAO!!! What a loser. He still tries to call me every once in a while.
The stories go on and on. I’m sure I’ll think of more later to add to this 
So anyway, am I skeptical about online dating? Oh Yeah… This guy I just started emailing now seems nice enough, but I’ll be doing extensive checking to make sure he’s not a felon, arsonist, compulsive liar, closet gay (that was another online dating story…..), alcoholic, or loser of any other sort. Ugh…. Why do I put myself through this??? LMAO!!!!
