I had emailed a girl on POF but did not get a reply. That happens a lot and I sort of flushed it from my memory. So I was a bit surprised a couple of weeks later to get a reply, and even more surprised when the reply contained her phone number. It seemed weird to me that anyone would just float their phone number out there on first contact. Not exactly the smartest thing to do. Likely I should have run like a chicken, but since I had not been with anyone steady in a long time, I decided to take a chance and texted her.
She told me that she wold love to meet me one day, and maybe go for coffee or something. So after about 70 text messages from her over a span of two days, I agreed to see her. She had to drive about sixty miles to see me, so I was kinda flattered about that.In person, she seemed to be really nice. Easy to talk to. The fact that she looked pretty hot only added to the plusses. I was a bit surprised when she suggested that I come to her house for the night, but I accepted willingly. On the way back, we got into a bit of mutual fondling, but of course that could only be a prelude because she was driving. We got back to her place and started listening to some music while snuggling on the couch.
All of a sudden she she got a few text messages which she answered. On top of this, her phone started to ring non-stop, and she seemed compelled to answer it rather than just turn it off for a while. Needless to say, I was not impressed with this side of her. Not only that, but when she was not talking on her cell phone or texting someone, she was telling me about her ex-boyfriend. Like I cared! So I sat there absentmindedly making sympathy noises while I got more and more steamed. I guess I must have hit the right tone with her, because we ended up in the sack after all, so that was worth the effort. As we were going to sleep she got up and went into her roommate's bedroom to spend the rest of the night. I thought, “What the hell's up with that? Does that girl have a few screws missing or something?” So I just laid back down and went to sleep, alone and somewhat confused.
When I woke up, I decided that this was all too weird for me and decided to get out of here as soon as possible. When I opened the bedroom door, her girlfriend was standing there looking at me as if I was some undesirable bug. Something about the roommate just seemed off. It was one of those instant insights that you get about people sometimes. I cannot put a finger on it. I could only describe it as “off”. Just to tick her off, I decided to delay my departure long enough to have a shower. Unfortunately, the water reeked so bad that I think I was dirtier after the shower than I was before it. Needless to say, I was pissed as I toweled off.
After I dressed again, I went back to the bedroom and waited for my date to come in so I could find out what the hell was going on. Most importantly, I needed to find out when I could escape from this crazy place. When she finally showed up, she told me that she was in crap up to her eyeballs because she had taken the car yesterday without permission. Her friend's mother had read her the riot act and kicked her out. She had an hour to pack up and leave permanently.
I noticed she looked like she was on something and her roommate looked all strung out as well. This wild freak of a guy came to drive us to my date's mother's house. The house was back in the bush a ways, and when we arrived, there had to be about fifteen strange dudes there who looked like dealers and the house smelled funny. It was probably from the crack they were likely making. This entire group was all just hanging around listening to some of the worst music I have ever heard. And of course they had to have the volume up full to boot. If it was in black and white it would have been like a nightmare scene from some B grade horror movie. I started to get a bit scared.
One if these guys stirred himself enough to tell me which train I needed to take home. My date and her mother left me standing there for a few minutes, and when they returned, we left. I guess the plan was to drop off my date and her mother someplace and then have me ferried to the train station, because that is what ended up happening.
I finally realized what it was about this guy that rubbed me the wrong way. He had his teeth filed of all things! All of his front teeth were pointed. If his objective was to look like a werewolf, then he was successful. Just needed a bit more hair. Maybe a beard would have helped. He kept grinning at me once in a while and I was starting to get concerned. It was the constant grinning that got to me. I was pretty sure I would crap my drawers any time now. I gave my kegel muscles a good workout on that trip. I had my ass clamped as tight as a teenager in prison. I was beginning to think he was going to take me all the way home, but he finally stopped at a train station and let me out. I thanked him and literally ran inside.
I had ended up missing the train I was supposed to catch and ended up waiting there for the next one. I had to while away three hours in Nowheresville. Of course, to cap off a perfect adventure, I did not have enough money on me to make buy a ticket all the way back. Perfect! I ended up detraining about an hour from home. With no money, I had no alternative but to walk and thumb the rest of the way home. It had started to rain, and it was getting colder. I was pretty wet and miserable by the time I got to my apartment. I tell you, it had never looked so cozy. The first thing I did was take a nice hot shower in 'clean' water.
Plenty Of Fish! Plenty of freaks is more like it as far as I am concerned. From now on I will gladly pay any dating service I join. I have learned that some times free is not always the best way to go. And some sites are not always safe because any moron, freak and weirdo can also join, just because it is free.
Not all free sites are bad. In fact, POF may actually be okay for most people. I may have had a worse experience than most. But in the final analysis, they have a harder time filtering out idiots because they tend to get more of them.
Once I had made the decision to leave POF, I had another issue to solve. How would I find a replacement site that was actually better. After a lot of searching, I finally found a site that rated a bunch of dating sites. It has been successful for me, so I am passing that on to you. All dating sites have some inherent risk to them, but usually it is a lot less than that of meeting someone in a bar. In any event, if you are reasonably careful, you are unlikely to have any problems. The link below is one that I have used successfully. I trust it will be a valuable resource for you as well.