Wow, that’s pretty trollificent. You deserve whatever happens next.

It was a joke. And don’t worry, I won’t be replying to whatever ensues.

One nice thing about online dating profiles is that you can tell up front whether someone is practically illiterate and eliminate them from consideration without ever seeing a picture.

Of course not -that’s how trolls operate. They take a shit in the middle of the table and then leave.

Of course not -that’s how trolls operate. They take a shit in the middle of the table and then leave.

You need to lighten up, buttercup. Rimbo’s hairy wife has been a thing between Rimbo and I for a few weeks now. That comment wasn’t meant to hurt, it was a joke - it’s just guys being guys. If Rimbo feels that it’s over the line, I’m sure he’ll say so.

Oh, sorry - I didn’t realize you and Rimbo were buds now.

Oh, and I’m all a-flutter at your term of endearment. Do keep them coming.

Oh, sorry - I didn’t realize you and Rimbo were buds now.

Oh, and I’m all a-flutter at your term of endearment. Do keep them coming.

I don’t know why you suddenly require a lot of attention from me, but could we drop it? Thanks.

Ha, I was thinking the same thing when I tried to slog through that: “Holy shit, if this was a girl’s profile I would’ve clicked next by now.”

I was wondering why women would lie about their height in the wrong direction.

You might want to familiarize yourself with the details of Rimbo’s married life, jerri - I think it’s a couple dozen pages back in this thread. One of the more interesting derails if you’re the sort of person who likes watching disaster recovery specialists pull people out of collapsed buildings.

As for Craigslist, I think I may try that. I find my creativity inhibited at most sites by the fact that they have fields where I am supposed to put specific stuff and things. If I’m posting an ad in free text I can simply solicit applications for an open position as Dr. Girlfriend. I expect to be talking to a therapist about this at some point in the near future. Perhaps I will meet an unkempt, bushy, drunken, stoned sex exhibitionist. Then you guys can totally have fun finding my body in whatever part of the woods I end up stashed.

Wow, way to be a bitch.

Damn, what? Let’s simma down now.

Anyway, I’ve done the craigslist thing before. Results are as expected. Bag up, gentlemen!

I’m sorry, but if one is going to write a long rant about “OH NOOOOS FAT CHIX!”, it had better be damned well written or entertaining if one wants to avoid appearing simply dumb and shallow. His was neither.

Jesus Christ! I (we?) don’t always hear a lot of stories from the Asher corner of the universe, but the ones I do hear crawl under my skin and stick with me for years.

Haha, that’s a great story, Mark. Almost all of my dates are pretty ordinary (which, really, is for the best) and I’ve learned that people who want to meet up RIGHT NOW are looking for a hook-up, no matter what the profile may say about wanting a LTR, how they love puppies and going for long walks on the beach (where do people go for long walks when there are no beaches around, anyway?)

I have date #2 with Flamenco guy tonight and I think this one will determine whether we fall back to being IM buddies or move on to something more than that.

Also, Pogo is being surprisingly tactless considering his recent past on the forum.

Did you use pics of your hot tub, you in a viper, or just suave prose to reel in the ladies via craigslist ads? I must admit to some curiosity.

I used the Cyril Figgis method.

No kidding. Holy crap was that horrific. That was disaster from beginning to end–an Inferno-esque Hell of being aboard the Titanic while it was sinking that just kept going and going.

— Alan

But I got a good story out of it, which has gotten me some mileage.

Soon I will tell you about the witch I dated. I mean a real witch. And how she dumped me for a warlock, which was ok because I was afraid to break up with her – she might have turned me into a toad!

And if you’re wondering where I met her, it was at supernaturalmatch.com. Bada ding!

(I even went to her church one Sunday, and it was a church where they talk to dead people. I am not kidding. Apparently there were dead people in the pews with us. It was…different.)

Asher, you’ve been holding out on us! These stories rule!

Watch out for those sneaky … witch-thieves!