In my period of sexual desperation (i.e. from ages 16 to 29)
I met three women off the interwebs of varying type:

1. While I was a student. She was a student in a nearby city and said she looked like Teri Hatcher. I didn't believe her, of course. She'd also said she'd recently split up with her boyfriend. So off I went to meet her, with not a clue what to expect. She did look like Teri Hatcher, and she shamelessly used me as a rebound shag.

Afterwards, I felt used and cheap, in a good way.

2. She looked like she'd escaped from the zoo, and unable to think of any way to escape, I dumbly followed her to an appalling nightclub filled with mental asylum escapees, bail absconders, loansharks, skanky-schoolgirls and sexual perverts. To complete my humiliation, she'd pre-arranged to meet two of her moose brethren there. I had a few swigs from a bottle of alcopops, said I was going to the toilet and ran fast out of there.

3. She was an American coming over to Britain for her Junior Year Abroad. I took her to a Thai restaurant and realised she was waaay out of my league. Still, she was polite and listened to my anecdotes, before I had to get the bus home.

Lose some, lose some.
(McChinaman banned, Wed 26 Oct 2011, 7:51, Reply)