Dang!! I am pretty fucking shitty at sticking to this commitment of reblogging a post every Saturday, How about if I just say I will reblog a post once a week and it will be potluck as to what day that happens!!
Hope you enjoy the next installment in my early days of dating, Holy shit this one is where I have my first date ever at the age of 50!
After throwing back a whole load of fish I eventually stumbled upon J. His profile picture was pretty nice, he did not start with a creepy introduction and he could string a sentence together in a single try. It was from chatting with J that I discovered that the huge amount of creepy messages I was getting was probably because my profile indicated I was pretty much looking for “friends with benefits” not just “A” friend but plural friends. I made some quick modifications to my profile and surprise surprise, I was not so popular anymore.
After spending some time fielding creepy messages, chatting to J, checking profiles and responding to non creeps I decided to call it a night.
The following day when I got home from the office I found about 40 messages in my POF inbox. I spent the next couple of hours going through the messages. Initially I started responding…
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