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Response to What’s Your Worst Online Dating Horror Story?:
We chatted online for some time. His profile said he’s almost 10 years older than me but, at the time, I thought, “Why not?” and agreed to go on a date with him.
First, he called me 20 minutes before to remind me not be late. A bit suspicious now, I still went.
As we met, it turned out ten tears were more like twenty years, and his profile picture was from a long gone, happier time when he still had hair. It seemed shallow and rude to just leave on the spot although I think using ancient pictures in profiles is a form of lying and not a good start for getting to know people.
So we went for a walk. He was tall, and strode ahead not even bothering to check if I could keep up with him. I couldn’t, and all the way I was a step or two behind him. He seemed perfectly fine with it. When he wanted to tell me something, he turned around and kindly graced me with his words of wisdom. Conversation topics varied from his great achievements in life to his wonderful personality, to all the people who simply adored him for said achievements and personality, and ability to give great advices.
During the walk he asked me a total of two questions, one being where I work. (Did I mention he said he’s both an artist and an actor?) I did not want to disclose my workplace as it was clear I won’t be meeting him again, and the less I said the better. He got aggressive and condescending, and informed me that only poorly raised, rude people hide such things, and who did I think I was. Things went downhill even faster after this.
He invited me for a drink. Resolute to get this over with, I agreed. He took me to a local arts-y bar. There was a movie night, some kind of documentary about how Valentino or some such high couture fashion designer spends his summers. We sat, he went to get beer. He came back with one beer. For himself.
So I sat there for a while, in a corner of a dingy bar, with no beer, with pretentious, boring documentary, and pretentious, boring grandpa. And then out of his mouth came something golden, “Oh, you probably don’t know any of those people, do you?” I shook my head no; I was not acquainted with Valentino and his models. “It’s different for me,” he continued. “I like to see how old friends live these days.”
The camel’s back finally broke. I took his beer, drank it, stood up, politely said good-bye and left.
When I got home, I ranted to a friend for a while, then laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
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