The Internet dating world is a cesspool

I need for a woman to interact with me in person, pick up my musky manly scent.
Screw this IMing baloney.

 

So one of the members of the "I live with my mom and I don't drive" brigade texted me five times while I was at work, all some form of "what are you doing right now?"
Why do I get the feeling she's sitting in a bush outside my apartment right now waiting to watch me through a window.

 

Start ignoring her. I have no patience for the inappropriate volume of texts crowd.

 

Non-cynical theory: It's possible she really likes you, but you have one dealbreaking flaw that she's willing to try and live with because she's strongly attracted to everything else.

 

Definitely a good one. That is what Mrs. OOP and I did for part of our first date.

 

Depends on what they look like.
Who is paying for these dates?
I can imagine that can be a costly proposition in a small town.
Especially if you're not attracted to the person you're buying dinner and a movie.
That is not the relatively cheap outing it used to be.

 

For whatever reason, this post reminded me of Troy McClure and his fish fetish.

 

That's a preference but not that high on my list.

 

"I'm not paying for dinner unless you can tell me the differences between OBP, OPS and wOBA."

 

Of course you realize this means WAR.

 

Yeah, that was the worst part of online dating for me. Shelling out for dinner and drinks a few times a week for women who don't look much like their profile pics really started to piss me off.