I am not sure if I was bored or curious, or maybe the two equate the same in me, but I joined an internet dating site. I only joined for one month, and I now am no longer curious. I am, however, a bit bored.
I should have learned the last time, the time I decided it was okay to meet one of my Twitter followers and he turned out to be nothing but a low life cheater. But, I did not learn, and I got a bit frustrated with someone who was asking me out and putting me off, so I joined.
Now, I am not unhappy alone. I do, however, enjoy going out from time to time like anyone else. And I like to feel like I am appreciated. At this time, I did not. So, in the first 24 hours, I got 129 messages. I guess that was okay, but most of them came from people who looked like they spent a majority of their youth shooting up in alleys. Then, there was Mr. Perfect.
Mr. Perfect was absolutely gorgeous. He was the typical blue-eyed tall dark and handsome. He was 6’2, in a suit, and his hair had hints of gray, but in a dignified manner. So, when I saw the picture of Mr. Perfect, I got a real membership to the site.
I gave Mr. Perfect my number, and the name came up on my cell’s caller id. I got a good morning text every morning, a good night call every night. We video messaged. My heart flip-flopped when I saw the messages. Then, he wanted to meet me. I cannot tell you how excited I was. I saw his name come up on my caller id, once again, so I decided to google it.
I did not even do a background check, I didn’t have to. Mr. perfect had a record. At first, the one I saw was traffic related, so I kind of giggled about his hot mugshot. The second was the one that scared me off of dating sites for good. It was theft, and I think the amount was between $500=-24,000 in 2014. So, Mr. Perfect is now Mr. History, and I am still single. I am thinking I should just stay that way.
The pics were my dating profile pics.