Not exactly dating online
But back in 2001, shortly after being laid off, my favourite band decided to reform for a tour, and I decided to follow them to each gig. I also decided to see if any like minded fans from the bands mailing list were up for it, and within no time, the famous 'Busties' tour was organised.

Fortunately some of the people who signed up I had already met at the bands gigs and were good friends, but we had a few people from around the world want to come along - people from the US, Japan - and two people from Germany. One fella was already a mate, but the unknown entity, some woman was eager to come along but a little nervous - I naturally made every effort to put her mind at ease.

She was called Marnie - seemed ok on the email and we exchanged some mails. I should have realised when she said she still lived with her parents whilst in her 30's in one mail that all was not well, but I just put that down to bad money management and an easier life - how wrong I was.

I met her at Glasgow airport - 15 stone and unable to utter a word to anyone - and she latched on to me like a limpet. I was trying to organise 15 people and all the time this one rather unattractive teutonic woman would not speak to anyone, would follow me endlessly, would appear outside my hotel room. And then the phone calls - it seemed she had given out my phone number to her family who would call all the time costing me money (roaming profile see). And on this went, for days and days. It became beyond unbearable, and all my mates on the bus got wind and started taking the piss something chronic.

In Dudley, I'd had enough. 4 nights of her following me endlessly, not talking to anyone else, appearing every way I turned. In fact it got so bad I made a pact with my mate Chris that I would snog him in the club just to give her the message (neither of us are gay) - but it seemed that would not be necessary. After the show I got talking to a very attractive american girl also on our bus - not only did we spend the night but over the next 3 years I ended up falling in love, discovering what Sex was really like and seeing the world with her. She was the love of my life that girl, and thankfully the Deutsche Doberman never spoke to me again. Sadly the long distance relationship between Amsterdam and Atlanta failed, but we are speaking again now so hope springs eternal.

So internet dating? It ain't all bad it seems
(Waynster James Joyce is fucking my sister!, Fri 14 Sep 2007, 3:08, Reply)