Category: Are You Fucking Kidding Me?


A few weeks ago I received a nice message on OKcupid. My profile on there says that I am looking for someone aged between 23-31. Something like that anyway.

The message went over everything in my profile that I said I was looking for in a man. He declared that he met every one of those, except for the age part. He was only 21, but claimed he was very mature, and I’d have no problems with his maturity, etc.

He was cute, and I had happened to be browsing through women at the time, curious as to if my bad luck with men was because I was a lesbian in denial. So I gave him a chance, talked to him. Added him to my facebook, after which he proceeded to “like” literally about 70 of my photos within the time span of an hour. He claimed he was bored at work. I found it creepy. He even “liked” my photos from work where I made platters and said it was because he liked food. Okay, whatever.

Talked to him all day on messengers, and he asked to meet me that night. I really didn’t want to, but there was a pending snow storm in the next few days, so I went with it. He picked me up about a block from my house, because with all the snow he didn’t want to go up my hill. Minus points.

I get in the car and it was just like… hi. Okay… well you invited me out… so you can at least make me feel welcome. He let me pick where to go, since he wasn’t from the area. Told him to go to this bar my friend works at, thinking in case it got weird or anything I’d have someone to rescue me.

We spent a couple of hours there talking, mostly him, with some awkward bits in there. He told me about childhood abuse, family deaths, law suits, video games, and his career goals. I paid for my own drinks. Once we got in the car, it was already after 10pm and there is literally nothing to do where I live except go shopping or to a restaurant. He kept saying he didn’t want to go home. Said we could even park somewhere.

What can I say, I’m a chump. I thought he was adorable, and I really thought we would just make out for a bit. But I seem to forget how men really are when I’m actually with one. I also seem to forget that I have no self control and tend to get a bit slutty when provoked.

We started kissing and he tried to push my head down. I was all innocent and said no, I don’t know you that well, etc. We went on kissing, and he kept saying how much he wanted to eat me out. He tried his best to convince me to let him, but Ive never really let anyone do that, let alone in a parked car. Didn’t happen. I know now, when a guy literally begs to eat you out, just let him. We ended up messing around quite more than I wanted to, but I felt sort of like I had to. I need to stop doing that, and feeling obligated to do it. I also need to stop kissing guys in cars – it always ends up in their favor.

He dropped me off across the street from my house, and I had to walk up all the stairs in the dark, alone. Minus points. Got home, looked in the mirror, thought I had been mauled by a cougar. Minus points.

The next day he sent me an email on facebook stating that he had a good time, but he “felt horrible” and needed to “think about things.” I was so confused… what did he feel horrible about, was it just an excuse to not talk to me? We went out once… what was there to really think about?

I didn’t write back… but I was crushed. I liked him a bunch, and I had hope that maybe he felt the same, and would want to see me again. In the car, he had repeatedly stated he wanted to see me again, asked what I was doing that weekend. So I sat the day thinking about him, worrying, like a stupid idiot.

The day after I got another message that just said “So …. hey, what’s up?” I was like, WHAT THE FUCK? He had me crazy the day before with his stupid “i feel horrible” letter and here he’s just hey whats up? So I wrote back something like “you tell me… what was that about yesterday? Why do you feel horrible? because you left hickeys on my neck or something?”

I meant it playfully, to provoke a conversation about what the fuck was going on with him. Instead he wrote back “way to attack me, ttyl”

I then tried to explain I wasn’t attacking, I just never had a hickey like that and was just playing with him. He flipped out on me saying I enjoyed it, and he had felt bad about the sex stuff, thought i was pretty, and really liked me, but if I was going to “be like this” he didn’t want to talk to me. Then he wrote, “God, just leave me alone!”

So I deleted him, and proceeded to cry. Of course, I’ve decided to finally learn from my mistakes with men. I know I get caught up in the possibility of romance, because that’s all I really want, and I haven’t had it in so long I see potential everywhere. I also know I end up doing more than I want to, because I just don’t know how to say no. I don’t want to ruin what could be because I said no. But it turns out I’ve been doing the opposite, ruining everything because I’ve said “YES.”

So now, fuck it. If I do ever go out again, I’m taking a cab home. I just don’t trust myself when they’ve got those puppy dog eyes and spew out words about how pretty i am and how they want to see me again. Yea, I’m a sucker. As much of a hard-hearted bitch that I appear to be, I’m a dead sucker for romance. Too bad most of it is just in my head.

Lessons Learned:

1. I tend to be slutty when provoked.
2. When a guy literally begs to eat you out, just let him. You’re most likely not going to get a better offer.
3. If you do end up messing around on a first date, you’re probably not going to ever see him again.
4. If someone says in their very first letter to you that “you’ll have no problem with my maturity” it means they’re going to go psycho. And make you feel guilty for it.
5. 21yr olds do not know how to be discreet about “love bites.”
6. Men are liars.
7. Arrange your own transportation, so you don’t have to rely on the guy, and can prevent unwanted situations.
8. Don’t even kiss on the first date.

Wasn’t gonna post this, because he reads my website. But fuck it.

Here we go -

Guy I occasionally talked to on okcupid.com added me to facebook months ago.

We rarely talk, never more than “hey, whats up”

Just now, he facebook chatted me.

He said what’s up, I said, contemplating going outside for a cig.

He asked if I had any pictures of me smoking, cause he thinks that’s sexy.

I said there might be a few, but I don’t really take pics while smoking.

He said, “We should meet up sometime.”

I said, “Sure, if you come around here. I don’t drive.”

He wrote, “ok.”

I watched a video of someone’s cat repeatedly knocking something off a ledge.

Came back to his chat, and after ok, it said, “AND FUCK.”

I thought I missed something, wrote “fuck what?”

“Me”

Um even if it was a joke, it’s coming from some guy I’ve never met, don’t know ANYTHING about……

so I wrote, “errrr……” because I didn’t know what to say.

Within a few seconds it said he was offline. I went to his facebook page and I had been deleted. Just for writing “err??”

Whatever. I never had faith in men anyway.

Here are a few random and stupid instant messages. Okcupid is an application on my phone, so unless I specifically log out, it’s always on, alerting me to any activity. Therefore, at 1am when it says i’m online, i’m not. My phone just is. But I seem to get quite a lot of messages between 1-6am. More to come.

This had the potential to be an AMAZING story, but unfortunately, the texts between him and I that I had planned on transcribing were deleted in my phone. Shit happens. So we begin -

One day at work, a certain company that brings things to us had a new employee as our delivery person. I remember hearing my managers talking to him, and hearing him say the phrase, “I NEVER WANT TO BE MARRIED.”

Weeks later, he came again, this time as our new regular delivery person. I didn’t recognize him, but he said something to me, and suddenly it hit me. “You’re the guy that never wants to be married, right?” I asked him. He agreed, then started to defend himself. “No, it’s okay, I don’t want to be married either. I just remember you telling my boss that last time.”

And he left.

 

About an hour later, there’s a phone call for me. I answered and a sexy male voice asked if I would give him my number. Once I realized who it was, I immediately gave it to him. And when I hung up I think I probably giggled. He is tall, covered in tattoos, has long salt and pepper hair that he sometimes wears in a bun, and these sexy black glasses. And of course, he smokes, which is a big turn on for me.

Silly little child that I am, I was EXCITED. He was adorable, and he called my job to get my phone number!

 

Two hours later, I had my reality check. His text message was just, “why never marrie?”

1. spelling error.

2. starting with a stupid question.

 

We went back and forth with text messages for about a week and a half. It started off discussing why I don’t believe in marriage, and went on asking superficial questions. One in particular-

- do you have a boyfriend?

__ no, do you?

- no.

His texts were filled with awful spelling errors, really dumb things, and a lot of “are you there?”s whenever I didnt immediately answer. I had originally saved the text in hopes of transcribing it to this website, but unfortunately, shit happens and it got deleted.

He asked if i was “Promisicuos” because he was promiscuous. I told him no, i wasn’t, and that I liked to get to know guys before doing anything with them. He basically said he wanted to mess around, but would be okay with “just” making out so we could get to know each other. I was reluctant, but he was adorable, so I agreed. He even offered to let me set boundaries, so I would feel comfortable.

The morning we agreed to meet, I was off from work but awoken by a text message at 5am from him, asking if I was excited, because he was. Uh, yea, I said. I gave him directions (he was coming from NJ) and met him outside, in his delivery truck. He had taken time out of his route to come to my neighborhood and make out with me. Either he liked me, or he was desperate.

I got in his truck and we talked and smoked for about ten minutes. Then we went to the back of the truck and just made out for a little while. I had exactly one hour with him, because that was all that could be afforded on his route. The next day I saw him at work, where we each said hello, I signed the paper, made a joke, and he left.

That was the last I heard from him. He was out sick for a couple of weeks, but in that time, he had stopped texting me. One day, my managers were discussing him. Just general things about his torn knee or something. But then, one of them said, “ISN’T HIS GIRLFRIEND, OR WIFE HAVING HER BABY SOON?”

“what.” I said. “I thought he ‘never wanted to be married?’”

“Oh, well then his girlfriend. Isn’t her baby due soon?”

Then I saw him one week, and the next, and the next. I just ignored him, because he had stopped talking to me. And eventually, one day two men showed up 4 hours later than usual to take his route.

“Oh, where’s Charles?” I innocently asked.

HIS WIFE JUST HAD HER BABY THIS MORNING,” he said.

“His wife? Did he just get married? I didn’t realize he was.”

“No, he’s been married for a LONG TIME.”

 

Ouch. So I sent him a text: Congrats on the baby. Your wife must be proud.

 

The next time I saw him, he said good morning to me. I asked him why the FUCK he was talking to me. “I’m just a nice guy,” he claimed. “Well don’t fucking talk to me.” I told him. Ever since then, he doesn’t look at me, speak to me, or walk near me. He finds someone else to sign the papers, I’ve even caught him walking around the island display so that he isn’t near me.

 

But the happy part of this tale is that Karma is a bitch. Recently, he came to my job in a bad mood. Someone complained, and my boss told that person to take it easy on him, because he just found out his WIFE WAS CHEATING ON HIM AND HE WASN’T SURE THAT HER BABY WAS HIS.

I laughed.

 

This is from around 2006. I tried to edit some of it but I left the rest.

 

One day after work, I get on the bus and take the only empty seats, in the very back. I started rummaging in my purse to find my Ipod, and someone sitting across from me reached over and gently took a piece of my hair to play with. I was automatically defensive but before I flipped out, I recognized the young man. He apparently lives in my neighborhood, and is a friend of a friend. We usually just say hi when we see each other, and once he asked me out but I declined. He told me he liked my purple hair, I thanked him, and went back to digging in my purse.

A few minutes later, I pulled out my ipod and heard, “Whatchu listenin’ to, shorty?”

I thought to myself, “surely no one dare call MOI ‘shorty.’ “

So I ignored it. And then someone reached over and tapped me and said it again. The black guy sitting next to the guy I kinda know was the one calling me shorty. And so I said, “Technically, I am not listening to anything. I haven’t even turned it on yet.” He said that was a good point and what was I planning on listening to? Oh I don’t know I said, whatever I feel like. And so I put my headphones on and he talked on his phone.

Another few minutes pass and I hear something else, but ignore it, intuitively knowing he was bothering me again. But of course, since a woman is ignoring him, he now has to reach over and tap me again. “What’s your name, SHORTY?” I ignored him, but he persisted and tapped me again and asked. Annoyed, I did my sarcastically excited bit and said “My name is **! What’s your name!!!!” He kept asking me questions such as where I lived, where I’m from. I answered sarcastically and with random ghetto phrases, just because there was no where else to sit, and I knew he wasn’t going to leave me alone. I pretended I lived next door to that guy that I mentioned earlier, who played along and pretended we could see into each others’ bedrooms and had dinner together all the time.

The conversation just kept getting worse and worse. I don’t even know what the stupid man was saying -  something stupid, sexist, moronic, pathetic, etc. whatever. He said something about making me suck his dick with ice in my mouth so I said I had really bad cavities and ice made my teeth hurt. He kept going on so finally I was just telling him I was a lesbian and he didn’t believe me so I went on about how I love ‘dem girls with big knockers.” That was dumb of me because he pointed out that I have “a really nice set” etc but I said it’s not the same I like to grab on to someone else’s titties and I kept it going and he kept saying I was missing out and blah blah blah and so basically my bus ride was pretending im a lesbian, him telling me I “need a man.” and ‘need to turn around” “change my ways” “dont’ know what I’m missing” etc. he also mentioned how “girls that go that way” have usually been “really hurt by a man” and that I probabably have “a broken heart” and that I should open up and go back to guys.

He said when I went home, I was going to think about what he said and I was going to let my hair down and unzip my shirt and show my breasts and wear some tight jeans. And the guy I kinda know chimes in “oh but you can work with that, right?” meaning me as is, no breasts “showing” etc… and so this moron starts going on about how YES, HE CAN work with “that” and how he likes some meat on his women and he starts graphically talking about how good i’d look in the shower all covered in steam and how deep he’d go and lots of other fantastic things I just can’t remember because I was mortified.

I knew ignoring him was futile, so I continued with my lesbian thing and then I gave up and added that I had herpes and I was hiv positive and he told me to stick out my tongue and say ahh and he was checking my tongue.. he said if it was white I was sick but it wasn’t so I’m fine. He also mentioned something about how deep his dick would go in my mouth.

I kept up with the whole herpes thing and this big black woman and her baby sat nearby and she started laughing so I said “isn’t my tongue white? I’m sick right” and she started laughing and telling him “if someone told me they had herpes I would definitely stop talking to them.” Then they started an argument about whether or not people are sick, he said that they’d have such and such symptoms and she’s like arguing, saying but how do you know they are sick if they don’t have an outbreak? And how do you know that that person doesn’t just have different symptoms and you have to play it safe etc.

She got off the bus and he told me he always uses a condom and he’d double up with me. Then when I said but I sleep around alot, that’s how I got herpes, and I think I’m also hiv positive, he said he’d triple up. Smart people know that putting on more than one condom causes friction and the condom is more likely to BREAK by doing that, but apparently he does not know this.

This whole time I was typing on my sidekick but the only one online was my friend Joe and he really wasn’t paying attention so I was just typing pointlessly to have something to do to help me ignore the guy and he said things like “oh you’re typing to your girlfriend right now, telling her it’s over. You’re gonna listen to me about going back to guys right?” I said “no I dont have a girlfriend I sleep around.” He then tried to hook me up with his “black lesbian friend who likes white girls” but I was like nah I dont need a girlfriend.

Eventually I got off to transfer buses but I had to wait 40 minutes for the bus, and there was a woman walking by who said, “I love your hair how did you do that?” I told her it was purple dyed over pink, and she said it looks great.

Then it started raining and a woman at the bus stop was asked,  ‘Do you want to share my umbrella?” and I said no thank you. But I still thought that was very nice of her. When I got off the bus, a different woman got off the bus with me and started walking in front of me, then just turned around randomly and said “Would you like to share my umbrella?” I said no thank you.

So in summary, a strong case against men and three cases for women.

Recently I started seeing a guy. He was so sweet, and so refreshingly unlike any other guy I’ve ever really met. Funny, charming, alarmingly cutesy with me. Pretty much perfection.
After a few weeks, I decided to sleep with him. Being the adult I am, I figured I didn’t have to play by any “rules” and wait for him to contact me. So, i did.
I was met with answers to questions i hadn’t even thought to ask, let alone verbally ask him what he responded with.

Another week has gone by. No word on his account.
It goes to show just because one of them doesn’t act like the rest of them, that they wont eventually be.
It sucks too. This one could have been different.

Also, I met him via okcupid. So if you’re keeping count, let me know what number I’m up to. Eventually I’ll hit a number that makes me move onto another dating site.

Small Complaint

I went through a lot of today to look nice for two guys. Yeah, two. Because I figured one would pussy out (and did as expected) and the other was back-up.

Now I’m not seriously dating either of these guys, but have hung out/had dates with them. I’m not the two-timing kind of girl. Anyway, I went through the shower-shave-laundry thing that usually takes me the entire day.Well, most of it. Not to mention the skill it takes to put liquid eyeliner in a single swoop.

Primarily it takes me 2 hours just to do my hair (shower & straighten it). And takes like an hour to shave my legs & everything else. Everything else. Plus I’ve cut myself too many times (by accident), and if it doesn’t hurt you then you are amazing. I cringe at the idea of my skin being cut. *Shudder* See?

So i did that, got done, made my plans, went out.
I looked adorable. Little outfit would not have failed me if boy(s) weren’t absolute idiots.

That’s all.  Such a waste of an Intuition shaving cartridge.

Yet, when I am absolutely underprepared for a date, and it takes a turn for the glorious make out/feel up, i have to tug and filter hand movements. My furry legs seem to be my good luck charm but within their limitations.  Soft, smooth legs that scream to be lightly caressed keeps me home apparently.

I met another guy off of okcupid. We’ve been talking, and just getting to know one another. WELL..apparently in order to get to know one another, he just needed to know what I thought of his penis. Um, okay? So he sends me a picture of his dick. Alright, no biggie.

Now, penis wise, it was not bad. Not at all. Definitely above average. Most certainly no question about it. Well, i said so. Gave it the credit it deserved. No big deal, just talking between people right?

No.

Why the hell did I ever agree to it in the first place? This guy goes off. And i mean, off. Below are the snippets of our conversation. Enjoy. Because I was literally blindsided. I’ve never ever ever encountered this before.

HIM 7:37 pm
Im not livin up to just big.
good night.
ME 7:38 pm
are your serious>?
HIM 7:38 pm
yea
youre not impressed and unfortunately
the only thing that gets me off
is that
Im fucked up
so if youve got some super dick to compare me to
I cant do that
I know
its pthetic

ME 7:38 pm
but youre the one doing the comparing
im not
HIM 7:38 pm
yep
sorry
ME 7:38 pm
you asked me a q’s and i answered it honestly
HIM 7:38 pm
I already feel like i have a tiny dick
no its cool I understand
honestly i think its very average
and Ive thought its big
ME 7:38 pm
it isnt average
HIM 7:38 pm
and now im realizing
well its not huge and Im sure huge was fucking great
wasnt it
ME 7:39 pm
its big but not huge, thats still a lot more than the average guy

HIM 7:40 pm
I dotn feel impressive
and
thats what gets me off
so.
sorry
ME 7:40 pm
okay well that sucks for u
HIM 7:40 pm
youre not impressed
its fine
ME 7:40 pm
i never said that
HIM 7:40 pm in fact I have a feeling youve had several bigger dudes than me
ME 7:40 pmWhat? listen, if you need some strange reason not to talk to me anymore thats cool too
HIM 7:40 pm
thats not it.
is that not
all I can do now
ME 7:40 pm
dont have to invent ridiculous reasons to avoid speaking to someoone
HIM 7:40 pm
is imagine this huge dick fucking you
Im sorry I know
Im crazy
but you know Im obsessed with my dick
so.

ME 7:42 pm
ok bye
HIM 7:42 pm
no stop
I dont want to stop talkign to you but
I mean its the only thing I get off on
and now Im like
Ill never believe you when you say it feels big
ME 7:42 pm
OH CHRIST

This is where I got fed up, and he continued in circles about imagining a giant dick fucking me, and that if he and I were ever to have sex, that there would be “rules”! I wouldn’t be allowed to say that i think it’s big, because clearly I’m lying because his dick is pathetic.

Oh Jesus, I wish I was making this up!

Besides how insane this entire thing is, he somehow thinks I am actually going to have sex with him. As if! I refuse to speak to him, and have now blocked him in every way I can.

Here’s the rest though, in case you can’t get enough of this trainwreck:

HIM 7:49 pm
I really just honestly dont know
if Ill ever like get over that
I wont say anything
but in my head Ill think it
Im ocd
ME7:49 pm
are you serious
HIM 7:49 pm
yea I fixate
on things
I dont let people know

At this point I refused to keep speaking to him. A friend of mine who is actually studying for his degree in pyschology, read the entire conversation. He was quite dumbfounded and told me it was no wonder I didnt want to speak to him anymore.

If only this was the only guy who does crap like this. I’m willing to bet there are way more girls with stories like this. Crazy.

Ok, Stupid.

Sorry, but I need to bitch about these internet guys again. I know I’m not the hottest girl in the world, and maybe I don’t have much to offer. But I still have standards.

Now, on a dating website that uses percentages to match people, WHY would you message me if we are “30% match” and “60%” ENEMY? That means we have nothing in common and share opposite beliefs on all the questions they ask.

Furthermore, I DO NOT want to talk to you if your profile picture is you, a chubby white man, decked out HEAD TO TOE in some sort of flag colors. Presumably, the red, white, and green is for Italian. Given that, you don’t need to be wearing italian flag arm warmers, sweatband, necklace, tshirt, etc. You look like an idiot.

Slim pickings.

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