Oooh, I've had lots of fun with internet dating.
My first dalliance was, bizarrely, someone I met through (geek gulp...) World of Warcraft. Thankfully she didn't expect me to be a real night-elf or be able to do magic. Score one for sanity. We spent a delightful week together while she was on her way to the US for a PhD where I have since visited her. We got on well, had some very enjoyable bedroom time and agreed that there wasn't enough between us for a proper relationship. We're still in contact.

Then I ventured to match. I've met a few girls from match, 8/10 fall under the heading "nice but ultimately dull.". One was fantastic, we went out for a few months, had a great time and remain good friends (she is now my most common reference when dates ask for one, I have her spare housekeys etc). One scared the living crap out of me:

We connect online, we chat, we MSN, we arrange to meet for coffee (daylight hours, public place, option to bring a friend etc). I am sitting at an outdoor table when a black BMW pulls up, the girl kisses the male driver, gets out and comes over. The guy is apparently her hitherto-unmentioned husband. She wants me to go to a hotel with them to fuck him in the arse while she watches and touches herself. I am to be forbidden to touch her or talk to her while hubby is in the room. I was expecting just coffee. I went home, alone and relieved to have escaped.

I consider it a credit to my profile writing honesty that despite being a mildly unattractive overweight scientist with no sense of fashion or style, I've never had a no-show and no date has ever made use of their de-rigeur escape clause phonecall.

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( Mockingbird Practitioner of SCIENCE, Fri 14 Sep 2007, 10:05, Reply)