Plenty Of Freaky Chicks

I vaguely remember emailing a girl on POF shortly after I first joined, but did not worry about it when she did not reply. Dating sites are like shooting with a shotgun – some of your pellets hit the target, but many miss.  But after a couple of weeks went by and I had totally forgotten about her, I saw that she had finally replied and left her phone number. I was a bit surprised however when her email included her phone number. I mean, I had never even communicated with her before. In hindsight, I likely should have tossed that email, but I was in the dumps because I had not had a date in some weeks, so I decided to text 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.She was pretty hot in person. Better than her photos on the site. She was wearing a nice perfume that was not overpowering. In all, the physical package was nice. On top of that we seemed to hit it off really well. Our coffee get together lasted quite a while, so we whiled away a couple of hours in the park and I took her to supper as well. I was a bit surprised when she suggested that I come to her house for the night, but I accepted willingly. As we drove to her house, we snuggled and then started to stroke each other. I had to back off because she started to really get into it at one point and almost went off the road. When we reached her house, we settled in on the couch listening to music and picking up on what we had started in the car.

Suddenly, she started getting text messages by the dozens and she started to focus on replying to them. Then her phone started to ring as well, and she kept answering it. I started to get very annoyed that she was spending all that time with the phone instead of me. 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 made polite noises at the right times while I sat there totally bored by this new twist. But hey, I must have done something right because we eventually had sex so it was worth listening to her shit. We were hardly done before she jumped out of bed and scurried down the hall to her friend's room. She never returned. 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. As I opened the bedroom door, I saw her roommate standing there looking at me as if I was something squirmy. Her roommate triggered all my psycho chick alarms. I have no idea why. Then it struck me. She was looking at me as if I was competition. These two ladies had a thing for each other but it seemed that the one who picked me up was bisexual. Just to needle her a bit, I decided to take a shower. But the joke was on me. The water smelled so bad that I ended up smelling worse afterwards than I did before. That really put me in an ugly mood.

 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. Mostly, I just wanted to know how I was going to get home. 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. A weird looking guy came over to take us to her (my date's) mother's house. The house was set back about a half mile from the road. When we got there, there was a bunch of sorry looking people hanging around. They all looked like they were on something pretty powerful, and from the strange smell around, I guessed that they were actually cooking up a batch of something out back someplace. Most of them were just laying around listening to  overbearingly loud obnoxious music. Really strange. 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 little worried; almost fearful.

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. His constant grinning was getting to me. The longer I was with him the more I was certain that I would crap my pants. I had to clinch my cheeks together as tight as I could and hoped I would get home in one piece. 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! So I got of about an hour from my home and thumbed it the rest of the way. It had turned into a damp cold, drizzly day, and by the time I got home I was pretty demoralized. The first thing I did was to take a hot shower to wash the stink off and warm up.

POF or Plenty Of Fish should be called Plenty Of Freaky People from my experience. 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 dating sites are crappy. I concede that my experience with POF might have been outside the norm. Either way, I decided to cancel my account on POF and go elsewhere.

In my search for something other than POF I came upon a link that took me to some great dating sites, you might want to give it a try if your fed up with sites like the one I was using. 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.

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