I no longer have a date tonight. Because guess what? He canceled! That’s two guys to cancel within three days. Am I now qualified to drink wine straight out of the bottle?
I no longer have a date on Friday night. Do I have a sign on my forehead that says, “Hey boys, cancel your plans with me!” I gave the last two guys second and third chances, not his time. No more Mrs. Nice bucket. I’m also throwing a pity party and anyone who’s ever been canceled on is invited!
After that it went back to the usual freaks and weirdos and I developed the phrase "nonline dating".
Dear guy on POF, while I do “have self esteam, and not be a phsyco” and I also “hate liein ass people, flaky ass people 2” I think that maybe, like so many others who have emailed me, you should consider using spell check and grammar check before pressing the Send button. Hmm?
I have proof that vampires exist. And they’re online dating. Here’s an email one sent to me, copied and pasted: “if I ever meet U in Person…I’ll Bite U on Yo Neck…& I’ll Drink all that Lusty-Sluty Blood of Urz…” The icing on the cake? His ‘about me’ section is the lyrics from Celine Dion’s All By Myself, he’s 21 and his listed profession is Hu$tler. I’m thinking I should go for this guy. Thoughts?