It Ended Badly…

…used his real, full, given birthname on match.com.

I replied to his email and asked why he’d release personal information (full name!) into seedy cyberworld. He replied, “I HATE SECRETS.”

On our first date, he presented a book I’d mentioned wanting to read. He looked nothing like his pictures. But he was confident and smart. He brought me chocolate when he saw me after that. By the end of week two, we’d hid our match.com profiles and were officially only wooing each other.

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(contributed by Helena Handbasket)

On a random weeknight at my favorite blue collar dive, a cute straight looking former jock saddles up next to me. He’s not my usual type, but he’s not heinous in the least. The conversation is good and stimulating, not the usual slimy pick up crap. After a wink and thumbs up from my favorite bartender I agree to exchange numbers.

First date he’s charming and flattering in all the right ways. Next date was very casual and we end up back at his place that he shares with his brother.

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