Worked for me - not for a mate!
Two stories of intertet dating; A tale of joy from me and a tale of woe from my friend that I shall call Jimmy (for that ISN'T his name).

His Story:
It's the balmy summer of 2006, and we're both on HotOrNot, him having considerably more success then me (dunno how, but anyway...). Jimmy starts chatting to this lass from "Down South" (we're swamp-inhabiting Northerners) and he's made up.
She's 19, blonde, cute, slim (rememeber that bit) ex was a bastard and porportedly screws like a rabbit. I see the photos - a headshot (remember that bit too) shows eyes that I'll admit even I was lost in, another a cleavage shot...you get the idea. I call him a jammy git. He just grins.
So, the weeks roll by and all seems to be well. He has regular meetings London-way with his job, so he gets to go down, roger her senseless a bit, have his meeting, rogger her again and head home. He's loving it, and being INSUFFERABLE - "oh, xxx and I did this and that last night, and she came when I..." Cnut.
I loved he guy like a brother (still do), but he was one more tale away from a good punch (me = bitter and twisted batchelor)

ANYWHO....

Fast forward two months, and she's off back to uni soon. My other friends and I haven't met this fine young lady yet, so as one last sesh for the summer, and as three of my friends are of the type that prefer men to ladies, we all, quite literally, go to the Mardi Gras.
We meet her and all is very pleasant. However, it's immeidately obvious that Jimmy's been overexaggerating a little with his discriptions of her. Yes, she is blonde, but she looks quite a lil different to her photo (remember the head-shot), her cups do not quite runneth over as he said, and she has a tiny bit of a tum. (Ok, I'll admit I was probably being a jealous bastard and was trying to spoil the dream - I'd been single for over a year. Sue me)
So, we all head off into the pinkness and get thoroughtly drunk. It's here that the cracks begin to show.
At no point at all does she touch him. I mean at all; no hand holding, no arm around the waist, no sneaky grope when no-one's looking. HE touches her, but she always shrugs him off. We all notice that there is NOTHING in her body language that suggests she's his girlfriend. We all think this is mighty queer (pun!) but go with it, because she might just be one of those who doesn't like public affection.

Another few weeks, and things get worse for Jimmy. By this time, he's in love. Real "I want to be with her forever" love. She isn't. Infact, she quickly turns into a big bag of crazy - refuses point blank to even call him her boyfriend ("well, we're not really a couple, are we?" says her), decides when she's off back to uni that she "wants some space to see her friends" (which could have been code for "go fuck my ex", we never found out). Oh, and she was also bulemic in the past and had HORRIBLE body and self-image issues. Which I am fully symapthetic to - but when your friend gets calls at 2am involving vomiting and threats of other rash actions, you tend to lose a bit of it.
In the end, he did the hardest thing I've seen him do and finished it. He was truly gutted, but also head-strong enought to realise he didn't have to put up with the shit from her.
No funny end to this bit, but he's now VERY happy he got away from the crazy bitch.

My Story:
The breakup with my ex was completely out of the blue (looking back the signs were there, but at the time I didn't notice a thing). We got back from a night out, got into bed, and then came The Talk ("It's not you...I need space...tired from work all the time" etc)
Turned out for the best, because she was a lazy attention-whore.

Soo... after many months (happily) failing miserably at pulling the trouts/chavs that inhabit our area,
Jimmy and I once again turn to the Internets. After some scouring and not much luck, I get added to a girl's favourites. And she's a stunner - petite, slim, gorgeous (and actually has a mind to match - is a teacher). We message, we flirt and get on like a house on fire next to a refinery. Tale is same as mine - no-good ex, not interested in pulling some random from a club etc. I WAS a bit worried when no one photo looked like another, but it turns out that she's just one of those people whose photos look bugger all like them.
We had one date, and then another, and another....
We've been together 4 months now, and couldn't be happier!
(Jimmy, unforunately, hasn't been as successful)

B3ta cherry popped with a lengthy post - much better :)
Apologise for the length? Of course not - she's 4'11 and loves every bit!
(CaptnJack isn't really called Jack!, Fri 14 Sep 2007, 11:20, Reply)