Showing posts with label what the fuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what the fuck. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 20, 2014

This is the first time in my entire life that someone has asked me if I would be their little... wait, what?

The worst part?  He thinks he "blew it" because of autocorrect but not because of the actual message.  Yeah, because the TYPO is what was wrong with what he said to me.  Seriously, Fuckstick?  Seriously?

Honestly, some days you think you've heard it all and it can't get worse.  But then it's like... someone finds a new twist on an old insult and it is enraging all over again, and that is how I feel about Joe and his first message.

The best part was his profile, as he is apparently "educated" and the rest basically writes itself.  This might be the dumbest profile I've ever seen.  Seriously.


Thursday, June 19, 2014

He sent me these three messages, all within 45 minutes.  Obviously, I didn't respond to any of them because... um... what the hell dude?  Nothing is creepier than a man who "shouts" "I LOVE YOU!!!" in his first message.  And I would be lying if I said I didn't look for tell-tale evidence (candy wrappers, cigarette butts, marks in the lawn from a fold-up chair or a bottle that suspiciously looked like urine) that someone was watching me all night from the neighboring lawns.

He deleted his account shortly after messaging me.  Gee... I wonder why he thought he was blocked from everyone?
Tuesday, May 27, 2014

I found Shawn on Tinder.  He was really cute.  I wish I would have read this headline before I swiped left.  Anyone who quotes Silence of the Lambs in the headline on an online dating site should probably be avoided.  And then he sent me a message... check in tomorrow for that one. 

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Apparently, the fact that I looked and wasn't interested hurt his wittle feelings and he felt the need to come back and tell me he's not interested.  And I'm the stalker?  Right.