So I did some online dating a few years ago. Right before I swore off it (and actually, the reason I was swearing off of it), I went out with a guy let’s call….. Derek. That’s not his real name.
So I had this free profile posted in our local, hipster-friendly newspaper. Derek (a pretty hot masseuse) sent me a message. Now, I’m not really big on emailing for weeks and then meeting each other. It’s way easier to lie about yourself in an email than in person. So I arranged to meet him for an afternoon coffee at a local (but not so local as to be too near my apartment) coffee shop. I set up my safe call with a friend, let a couple people know where I was going to be (if you’re reading this, Mom, you can see I was totally responsible and smart!).
I got there early, so I could pick a table that was within sight of the counter and other patrons, got my own coffee, and settled in with my book about Chaos Theory (that’s how I told him, and the couple others I saw, to find me. Again, it’s shocking I’m still single, right?).
Derek showed up pretty much right on time and we started in with the typical blind/online date questions.
I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me give you the info in Derek’s profile:
Age: 38 (I was 26. It was kind of a big age difference at the time, but I didn’t see this being a long-term thing… I just figured a couple dates couldn’t be too bad)
Neighborhood: Bucktown
Profession: Masseuse (I’ll admit that this factored into me agreeing to meet him)
Status: Single
The easiest way to do this is to just put the pertinent parts of the conversation in here. Let me emphasise that I am not exaggerating here. These are actual things he said. Italics are what I was thinking at the time, not current interjections.
Derek: I should probably tell you that I fudged on my age
Mairin: Really? [shit] How old are you?
Derek: I’m 39. But I just turned 39 and I just don’t feel that old. So I changed my birthday in the profile so it would still say 38.
Mairin: Huh. [what a stupid thing to lie about. not a good sign. i wonder what else he’s lied about?]
Derek: Oh, and I should probably mention that I’m divorced.
Mairin: Wait, but your profile said you were single. [being divorced isn’t an issue. it happens. not too keen on all the lying though]
Derek: Yeah, well, technically I’m single though, right? It was a long time ago.
Mairin: There’s a reason that “single” is an option and “divorced” is an option.
Derek: Does that bother you?
Mairin: Lying bothers me.
Derek: Well, then I should probably tell you that I don’t really live in Bucktown.
Mairin: Wait, but that’s what you listed as your neighborhood!
Derek: Well, yeah, I don’t actually live in Chicago. I live in [name of town about 2 hours from Chicago, let’s call it Loserville in Derek’s honor]. But when I did live in Chicago, 10+ years ago, I lived in Bucktown. And that’s where I’d like to live if I moved back. But yeah, I live in Loserville with my mom and older brother.
Mairin: (rapidly drinking coffee so as to end date) So they live in that town too?
Derek: We all live in the same house. I had to borrow my brother’s car to get here today.
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]
Mairin: [let’s change the subject to something less loser-y. this guy has to have at least one redeeming quality] So how long have you been a masseuse?
Derek: Oh, only about 6 months
Mairin: Really? What did you do before that?
Derek: Well, before that is when I was living in Detroit. Mostly I grew and sold massive quantities of high-quality marijuana.
Mairin: … [shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit]
Derek: It’s the perfect place to do something like that, because police there really have bigger issues to worry about than busting people like me.
Mairin: … [is he really trying to use, “i was never busted for my illegal activity” as a positive quality?!?]
Derek: And it’s not like I was selling to kids or anything. I only sold to dealers.
Mairin: [oh, well in that case.... ] Well, I had really better be going. I’ve got this protest that I’m going to with my friend. The one who called. The one who knows where I am and who I’m with.
Derek: Oh, some friends of mine wanted me to meet them at the protest, what a coincidence.
Mairin: Haha, how strange. Well, have a good time, I’ve really got to get going.
Never saw him again. He actually emailed about 8 months later. I was happy to tell him I was otherwise occupied. Besides, it’s hard to go out with someone when you don’t know when he’s going to be able to borrow his big brother’s car.
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