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dating horror story: dating app fail submitted Julia xx
This was the last guy I saw from a dating app. I was 21 (F) and he was 21 (M), and we were clicking over text immediately, but when we met up for our first date at the movie theater I knew something wasn’t working together for us. And it wasn’t the fact that his profile said 5’8, but he was the same height as me 5’4. After the movie, he kept trying to get me across town to some romantic bridge even though I was making every reason to go home and it was 20°F! Eventually, finally, he conceded and I went home knowing that this wasn’t the guy for me.
He keeps texting, and I feel bad. I mean maybe a movie as a first date isn’t fair? So I invite him out to coffee. The chat was fine, but still off, so after I offered friendship but absolutely nothing more. He acknowledged how clear I was, agreed, got in his car, and drove off. I walked back into the coffee shop and gave the barista my number (but that’s a totally different story).
So now comes time for our third and unexpected “date.” I suppose I needed to give us a shot at just friends. I head over to his place unaware he lives with his family. That’s totally fine, I don’t judge, but it meant he led me directly to his room. His room was ALL bed. I think there was maybe a foot of space between the wall and the bed, and then a container separating the bed from the TV set up. I feel so awkward and on edge, nothing feels right, he’s not funny, but I don’t feel in danger, so I sat down to continue our plans. We played his favorite game, but it went by so quick I begrudgingly agreed to watch spider-man 2 with him (I know - another movie hang out).
When I tell you I am sitting still, I cannot stress it enough. I am in a perfectly straight “L” position. I am a life sizecardboard cut out of myself. I have glued my hands into a flat, Barbie hand-like position. I cannot say the same for him. He was trying to pull the hand in between us move when he goes, “how big are your hands?” I pick up my hand, bend my other index finger and use my knuckle to measure, “1,2,3,4,5’ about five inches,” and silence continues. “Well my hands are MASSIVE. I mean they’re just so BIG,” he yapped on holding his hand up to try and meet mine. As I hold my handup, he leans his forward. For a solid ten seconds our flat hands are moving in space as he tries to hold mine, and I activelyback away. Clearly, someone did not get the just friends talk.
Shortly after that, the movie finally ends and I say I have to go. He walks me to my car and completely disregardseverything. He took a wide stance and put his arms down and said, “that was absolutely incredible.” (?!?!?!?!) He pressed himself up to my car after I told him no, he wasn’t taking no for an answer when I said I wasn’t interested, he even said“let me help you” when I tried unloading a massive trauma to get away from him.
Luckily, he didn’t harm me in any way, but he texted me over a year and a half later wanting to see how I’ve been. I’vebeen with my current boyfriend for two years now, and let me tell you, my man is honestly, truly, so absolutely incredible. I’d hold my love’s hand anytime.
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