We met, and our conversation was going well, although something seemed a bit 'off' about her. like the fact that her arms and the backs of her hands were laced in bruises and obvious needle marks. How tall “Exactly two years ago, I made my first foray into the rabbit hole that is Tinder.
I finally bit the bullet decided to ask her about them. I got pissed off at work so I took a bunch of Oxy Contin and drank a fifth of vodka and passed out at my desk. ’ -- all unprompted, and all before the appetizers had arrived. One of my first matches was a 26 year old military guy, who I met for drinks after work.
It seemed he was desperate for me to A) ask who this mystery girl was; B) say nasty things about her in return.
After quick introductions, he left me standing there with his douchey friends while he made a beeline over to a group of girls and asked them if they wanted a drink -- and no, he never asked me if "He sat there taking shot after shot, while I patiently waited at the other end of the bar like a jackass.
I had recently returned from a trip to London and I was telling her about it and about my plans to move there, to which she responded: ‘Do you speak any other languages? You know the type -- jumps around from topic to topic with little to no segue.
So I answered her question, then followed it up with ‘Why do you ask? "Unfortunately, there’s not a gentle way to say ‘Ok, this date needs to end because you’re far too dumb to allow this to go on any further.’ After a painful amount of time, I finally managed to convince her that the date needed to end, claiming that I was tired and had work the next day.” "'Oh, those bruises are from the IVs!
To this day, he ends almost every conversation with ’thank you for not mentioning that to my wife.’" “Recently, I was talking with a girl who appeared to be a great match. After messaging back and forth for some time, she went silent and stopped responding.
Then, out of the blue, she resurfaced and asked me if I’d like to meet up that day. ’ (because I keep agreeing to dates with weirdos like you.) When the date ended and we stood up to leave, he of course ended with the classic, disappointed question: ’Oh.