Let me just tell you: if you do any of this online dating stuff you will without doubt meet some unsettling characters. Always be careful about how many details you reveal to a stranger because after a week of chatting you might discover you never want to hear from him again.
So there was a fellow a while ago who was for a short time full of potential. He was funny and definitely smart--he never made any typos, even when using big words. I thought he was charming! His pictures cut him as a very attractive guy: someone I could follow with my eyes if I ever saw him on the street. We settled into a routine of chatting occasionally while we were both working, and then later in the evening if we were both around at home. This only went on for a week, mind you, but perhaps that was too long.
We had some nice things in common: a distaste for "Lost", reticence to become addicted to coffee, a love for corgis (the dogs with short legs and big ears). He always said he had the bad habit of putting his foot in his mouth. I didn't think much of a comment like that. I've met some great people (mostly guys) who are incapable of censoring what they say. I usually find it endearing. Well, I quickly realized how little I knew of this guy when he started sharing some very private information--very unattractive, private information.
Too much, too soon, my friend. It wasn't just a foot, he had shoved his entire leg into his mouth and I was thoroughly turned off. The ugliness of the secrets weren't so terrible on their own but combined, the affect was like a rug being pulled out from beneath me. How well did I know this guy? Not at all! I really started to question his stability, too. He had word-vomited things to me he'd only shared with a handful of other people in his life. Do I have to say how much that freaked me out? Lots.
We never met.
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