Response to What’s Your Worst Online Dating Horror Story?:
I met this man online a few years ago and he seemed like a really decent guy. He was very funny and told great stories. We actually talked for a year online and on the phone every day! Finally, we both agreed that it was time we met. He was to fly out to where I lived and I secured him a hotel reservation. I met him at the airport and we went to my house where I was going to be making dinner for us and we’d visit a while before I’d take him to his hotel for the night. Well, when I first seen him, I was surprised that he was shorter than he’d told me. He also was extremely hairy. I guess that didn’t translate well through mostly face shots. But of all the things he chose not to tell me was that he held a strong resemblance to Quasimodo. Hunched back and all. I decided that I wasn’t going to be shallow, his personality seemed great and maybe he didn’t tell me because he thought I might stop talking to him. Well.. the romantic feelings I had kind of waivered. Anyway, we finished eating and he asks where the bathroom is. I tell him and off he goes. He’s gone for what seemed to be a long time. The I hear him call my name. I thought maybe something happened to him and he asks me to open the door. I immediately thought he fell or something! I opened the door and there he stood with his wood in his hand, he was going five against one and making flappy sounds. He has a creepy ass smile on his face and says to me, “Well, what do you think? Is it nice enough for you?” I shit you not. My face had to of turned fire engine red because I immediately got so pissed off I think I could have murdered him! I was also scared, but that didn’t hit me as hard until later. I yelled at him at the top of my lungs to put that nasty thing away and get the F out of my house NOW! I ran to the living room and grabbed his suitcase and opened the front door and threw it as hard as I could and turned back inside long enough to grab my keys off the table. I stood just outside the door with it standing wide open yelling at him the whole time to “Get out, Get out, GET OUT!” He came strolling out of my bathroom fixing his belt and casually, like nothing happened asked me if I could drive him back to the airport. I yelled “F NO! GO NOW!” He seen what I did with his suitcase and started to say something about it as he was walking onto my porch. I flew back into the house and slammed the door and locked it. My heart was pounding in my throat! I watched him get his suitcase and start pulling it down the sidewalk. He didn’t look back and thank the powers that be, he never tried to contact me again. You think you know a person just a little and then oh hell no.. the freak leaks out of them. Never again, thank you!