Young or old, single or curious, you have likely used or at least heard of the site Plenty of Fish. For the few of you who haven't, Plenty of Fish, POF or "plenty of f***s" as it's more commonly known is an online dating site. The site is filled with thousands of people seeking stimulating conversation with other genuinely and not so genuinely single individuals. Some are looking for an ego boost, some are too cheap or lazy to go to the bar, and others are actually seeking real relationships.
Early into my dating career (and despite being forewarned by pretty much everyone I know), I decided, what the heck, I was going fishing. Unfortunately, the first fish I snagged was a sucker.
After chatting for a few weeks, he suggested meeting up for drinks. Being a trusting POF virgin, I thought no harm could come of this. All in all he seemed like a decent guy, so I invited him over. Let's just say a few drinks turned into a few drinking games and a drawn-out discussion of religion. (Religion is perhaps the most controversial of all topics! Unless you've met in church, I suggest leaving this out of the conversation, at least for the first date. Thinking back on it now, that should've been my first warning sign, but I had no idea what was to come.) Dating Disaster: He Had A Foot Fetish... With His Own Feet
Fifteen beers later, it was clearly time to pack it in. He was messy drunk and not completely coherent. He stumbled upstairs and I explained to him that he was welcome to stay the night but we wouldn't be knocking boots. Although he was quick to jump into bed, he clearly didn't have sleep on his mind. While there is ultimately nothing sexier than a slobbering drunk, I advised him that sleep was the best medicine (thinking to myself he was more likely to get laid in Dreamland). Then, he got up and started pacing my room in his boxers and noticed a picture of me and my ex. Obviously upset to see another guy in my room, he started arguing with me, saying he had noticed I was on my phone all night and now he understood why. I must've been texting my ex, and if I was texting him, I must also be sleeping with him. Although he wasn't that far from the truth, I had the common sense to realize that this wasn't the time to get into my dating history so I denied, denied, denied. 1 In 3 Online Daters Has Sex On First Date