POF : A story from my POF days
Many years ago before Tinder existed I met a girl off POF.
We texted for a few days and talked on the phone. She had some odd stories about her background but who doesn’t?
Anyway, she agreed to let me take her to lunch. While we are at the restaurant she says « I love going on dates because even if I don’t like the guy I get free food. »
I thought that was incredibly rude to say even though I am a traditional man and I don’t mind paying for the dates.
Well, she invites me back to her house (she still lived at home) and I met her dad. Her dad was rude. Wouldn’t even look at me or shake my hand. Just sat at his desk looking at his computer and said « Hi »
Looking back now maybe her dad was just sick of her bringing random guys home. I don’t really blame him. It was just really awkward.
Anyway, we go to the living room to watch TV. Her dad ends up leaving for some reason I don’t remember. She starts kissing me and her breath is nasty because apparently she smokes cigarettes. All we did was kiss and that’s perfectly fine because her breath smelled and tasted like an ashtray.
I had to leave shortly after that because I was a musician with a gig that night. Well, I ended up getting Bronchitis! (ain’t nobody got time for that.)
She then ghosted me and I never heard from her again after that date.
I guess in the end the food she got wasn’t completely free. She paid me with Bronchitis.