I was recently talking to this guy online and at first it seemed a-ok. Nothing spectacular to squee over but at the same time there was nothing about him that overtly screamed “psycho killer” (nor “sane killer” for that matter) which is always a plus in the online dating world.
The conversation petered out fairly quickly and I just let it die. C’est la vie.
A week goes by and I start chatting with others, whatever, no big deal. Then he messages me the next Thursday.
Oh gosh, that’s kind of you to ask but I’ve never had the urge to be thrill killed by a bunch of hipster douches with too much time and money on their hands. Kthnxbye.
Another week goes by and I chalk this up to bullet dodged and now I have another mildly interesting story in my arsenal. But no, I received a message yesterday. Just a “hey” (literally) and I figure, why not, let’s see what happens. Apparently, and this is truly shocking, but it looks like I wasn’t the only one he invited to the party bus.
I’m devastated and heartbroken. I thought what we had was special! Meanwhile, he’s all like
Well gosh that sucks. I mean, inviting a rando off POF, all signs pointed to Night At The Roxbury level of awesome. Seriously, Barney Stinson would have been proud of the level of awesome.
Truly shocking that that didn’t pan out as expected…