I met a weirdo on the interweb
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
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I'm hapless when it comes to plucking up the courage to talk to women face-to-face (not that I'm a sociopath, I'm just a wuss) - so when the chance to meet an apparently lovely young lady via a university internet forum arose, well the chance was there for the taking.
So, we meet, and when I saw her for the first time, there was a definite 'oh for the love of christ' moment.
Yes, she was fat, yes she was ugly, yes she was a prime grade-A nutjob and yes, she therefore falls straight into the category of internet wierdo.
I mean - there were the classic 'get out now moments': her favourite food was burgers; she wanted to know if I wanted kids, and if I did would I mine if she named them after her favourite football teams former players; she watched every tv soap on god's earth; she had a bit of a wonky eye.
And did I see her again? Yes. Why? Because I'm a hapless romantic and I still had my V-plates.
Still, I didn't shag her, dumped her via text (harsh but ultimately fair), ended up meeting an absolute stunner a month later (who was more than happy to get rid of my v-plates), and the last time I saw the Beast of this tale, she was seeing a bloke she'd met through a prison pen-pal service.
Praise the lord for small mercies.
( , Sat 18 Mar 2006, 12:22, Reply)
I'm hapless when it comes to plucking up the courage to talk to women face-to-face (not that I'm a sociopath, I'm just a wuss) - so when the chance to meet an apparently lovely young lady via a university internet forum arose, well the chance was there for the taking.
So, we meet, and when I saw her for the first time, there was a definite 'oh for the love of christ' moment.
Yes, she was fat, yes she was ugly, yes she was a prime grade-A nutjob and yes, she therefore falls straight into the category of internet wierdo.
I mean - there were the classic 'get out now moments': her favourite food was burgers; she wanted to know if I wanted kids, and if I did would I mine if she named them after her favourite football teams former players; she watched every tv soap on god's earth; she had a bit of a wonky eye.
And did I see her again? Yes. Why? Because I'm a hapless romantic and I still had my V-plates.
Still, I didn't shag her, dumped her via text (harsh but ultimately fair), ended up meeting an absolute stunner a month later (who was more than happy to get rid of my v-plates), and the last time I saw the Beast of this tale, she was seeing a bloke she'd met through a prison pen-pal service.
Praise the lord for small mercies.
( , Sat 18 Mar 2006, 12:22, Reply)
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