I messaged this girl that I met on Plenty Of Fish and really didn't give it much though when I received no reply.That’s the way it goes sometimes. But after a couple of weeks went by and I had totally forgotten about her, I saw that she had finally replied and left her phone number. It struck me as strange that someone who didn't know me that well and had never spoke to me in person would all of a sudden, just out of the blue, leave me her phone number. That should have made the bells go off, but out of curiosity I decided to text her.
This started an avalanche of text messages back and forth for the next few days. We finally decided it was time to meet. She drove a long way to see me. Almost 60 miles. It was kind of an ego boost for me that a woman would do that just to see me.She was pretty hot in person, better than her photos on the site. She was wearing a nice perfume that was not overpowering. In all, the physical package was nice. On top of that we seemed to hit it off really well. Our coffee get together lasted quite a while, so we whiled away a couple of hours in the park and I took her to supper as well. I edged the conversation around to see if she would be interested in spending the night. Much to my surprise, she accepted but said it would have to be at her house because she had to return the car soon. On the way back, we got into a bit of mutual fondling, but of course that could only be a prelude because she was driving. We got back to her place and started listening to some music while snuggling on the couch.
All of a sudden she she got a few text messages which she answered. On top of this, her phone started to ring non-stop, and she seemed compelled to answer it rather than just turn it off for a while. I started to get very annoyed that she was spending all that time with the phone instead of me. On top of that, what little time we had between interruptions was taken up by a monologue on her part about her ex boyfriend and all of her trials and tribulations with him. As if I cared! So I sat there absentmindedly making sympathy noises while I got more and more steamed. I guess I must have hit the right tone with her, because we ended up in the sack after all, so that was worth the effort. We were hardly done before she jumped out of bed and scurried down the hall to her friend's room. She never returned. I waited up for a bit to see if she would come back, but I gave up about a half hour later and decided to just sack out.
I woke up alone and wondering what I was going to do. I decided to get the hell out of dodge as fast as I could. I opened the bedroom door and saw her roommate looking at me. She had this strange look on her face as if she was shocked that I was still there. Something about the roommate just seemed off. It was one of those instant insights that you get about people sometimes. I cannot put a finger on it. I could only describe it as “off”. Just to be perverse, I decided to have a shower before I left. The water in this backward hell hole probably was not fit to let an animal drink let alone a human because it smelled like boiled eggs. By this time I was really pissed off.
After dressing, I decided to go back to the bedroom and wait for my date to show up. I wanted to find out what was going on. Most importantly, I needed to find out when I could escape from this crazy place. When she came it she told me she was in a spot because she had borrowed the car from her friend's mother without permission. Her friend's mother had read her the riot act and kicked her out. She had an hour to pack up and leave permanently.
Yesterday she was straight, other than the wine we drank with dinner, but today she was on something. So was her roommate. A weird looking guy came over to take us to her (my date's) mother's house. The house was back in the bush a ways, and when we arrived, there had to be about fifteen strange dudes there who looked like dealers and the house smelled funny. It was probably from the crack they were likely making. They were just hanging around in a stupor listening to loud blaring music. It was wild. If it was in black and white it would have been like a nightmare scene from some B grade horror movie. I started to get a little worried; almost fearful.
A couple of them actually got into an animated discussion as to which train I had to take to get home. We left after about 20 more minutes, during which time my date and her mother had disappeared and I was left standing there with my thumb up my proverbial nether region. I guess the plan was to drop off my date and her mother someplace and then have me ferried to the train station, because that is what ended up happening.
I finally realized what it was about this guy that rubbed me the wrong way. He had his teeth filed of all things! All of his front teeth were pointed. He looked like Count Dracula and he keep smiling at me showing his fangs. His constant grinning was getting to me. The longer I was with him the more I was certain that I would crap my pants. I had to clinch my cheeks together as tight as I could and hoped I would get home in one piece. I hoped he had not decided to drive me all the way home, but suddenly we arrived at the train station. I wasted no time getting out of that car.
As it turned out, with all the delays at the house, we missed the train I was supposed to catch. I had to wait three more hours for the next one. On top of that, I did not have enough money to get all the way back. So I just sat back and stewed. I had to get off about an hour away from my destination and hitchhike the rest of the way. It had turned into a damp cold, drizzly day, and by the time I got home I was pretty demoralized. The first thing I did was to take a hot shower to wash the stink off and warm up.
Plenty Of Fish! Plenty of freaks is more like it as far as I am concerned. From now on I am going to pay for any dating service that I join. The money is a good filter for riffraff. I have learned that some times free is not always the best way to go. And some sites are not always safe because any moron, freak and weirdo can also join, just because it is free.
Not all free sites are bad. In fact, POF may actually be okay for most people. I may have had a worse experience than most. But in the final analysis, they have a harder time filtering out idiots because they tend to get more of them.
Once I had made the decision to leave POF, I had another issue to solve. How would I find a replacement site that was actually better. After a lot of searching, I finally found a site that rated a bunch of dating sites. It has been successful for me, so I am passing that on to you. There are risks in joining any dating site, but especially so for free sites. So be safe. The link below is the one I have used to advantage. I hope it works for you too.
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