Lesson learnt...
Well, I guess I'd better actually post a story.

I left uni in 1999 and not long after BT brought in this wonderful new fangled "fixed price" internet charge. Well I couldn't get myself a PC fast enough having enjoyed many of the "delights" the net had to offer whilst at uni.

The guy I lived with was studying for professional exams which meant I was at a bit of a loose end some weekday evenings. I was also single and horny. As many on here have discovered - internet + single + horny is not necessarily a winning combination.

I wasn't looking in a particularly desperate fashion and was often just chatting to various people (women of course). One girl I chatted to more and more having more in-depth and meaningful conversations. She was divorced but still quite young. Also single - and as it eventually transpired quite horny and wanted to meet up. She also didn't have a profile pic. Now at the time this was JUST about forgiveable given digital cameras had yet to take off and not everyone had easy access to a scanner.

Now I might lack common sense but I wasn't completely stoopid. I told her she'd seen my pic but I hadn't seen hers and that it wouldn't be *that* hard for her to get a pic. Anyway, besides which I simply wasn't going to meet up with someone when I didn't know what they looked like. Especially when they seem to have a night of molestation planned.

Fast forward a few weeks. I'm still chatting to this woman on and off and am comfortable discussing all sorts of things. She starts talking about sex and what she likes and manages to get me in to quite a frenzy. It culminates in her demanding I drive over to hers (was wasn't too far away, a 30 min drive) and partake in various activities including doing her up the dirtbox.

As I was leaving the flat, car keys in hand I thank my lucky stars I had a twinge of common sense. I went back to the PC and said nope - I was sticking to my guns and wasn't going to meet her without a pic. Well, it seemed she had wound herself up quite considerably as well because I got the response "ok, here it is [attachment] - now get round here, I'm aching for you".

It took a second or two to check the image was the right way up. What we had here was something to behold. Her body looked like someone with poor eyesight and attention to detail had made a bouncy castle in the model of Dawn French. That I'd have had trouble living with before getting to her face. Her face - imagine a Mdm Tussaud's waxwork model of John Prescott left too near a radiator for a few days that someone has then used as a stress relief toy. It took several minutes for the full horror of the situation to sink in. It also dawned on me that this was probably a pic she considered "flattering".

"r u still there????"

I shut Yahoo Messenger. Deleted my entire profile, email account included. And have never been back on it since late 1999. I now realise I was an early casualty of "grooming".

On the plus side I used udate a few years back and had a lot of fun and met some lovely lasses.

On the downsides the offers of bum sex haven't exactly been forthcoming since. Not from women anyway...

Be careful out there people :)

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( dan j what the buggery bollocks is this?, Tue 18 Sep 2007, 15:23, Reply)