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Dating apps: Can't live with them, can't live without them. But seriously, sometimes things go so wrong—like endless date with a cringe-worthy guy wrong—that you can't help but wonder why you're on the app in the first place. Well, SELF asked to hear your dating app horror stories, and you guys answered. So the next time you go on a seriously awful date you'll know that you're not alone. We're right here with you. Every day he charted his height, weight, what he ate that day, what he weighed, what he read, watched, who he talked to, etc.
When I found him on Facebook later that night—after we hooked up—I realized he was cheating on his girlfriend with me. Not OK! One of my matches, let's call him Alex, seemed nice and helpful—but I never actually met up with him in person. A year later, I get a call from Alex, asking if he can travel cross-country to visit me, stay in my house, and meet my parents.
Um, no? Which one is it? I was mortified, so I blocked them—it was the first thing I could think to do.
I was a few beers and a couple hours in when I decided to call it a night. The guy judged me for yawning and put two more beers in front of me—then he guilt-tripped me for 'making him come out of his way to meet for such a short date. That was his opening line. I'm sorry, but implying I'm a prostitute is going to get you nowhere. I thought that was super weird and didn't want to, but he kept asking so I finally told him. Then he made a big deal about telling me his, which was 50 points higher. OK, cool, whatever. He also told me that he got a soccer scholarship at the school where I work, but decided to go to a different college.
The next day I looked up his name in our database. We were sitting at a table in the dining room, and I noticed a bunch of people perched around the bar, watching us. I was working at a research center for war and genocide at the time, and I guess enough people at the office thought I'd be super depressing, so they made an office pool, March Madness-style.
I found out about it because I made some sort of inappropriate joke, and he followed up his laugh with, 'You're about to lose a bunch of people in my office a bunch of money. I went into the bathroom, called my roommate, and had her come get me. Haven't online-dated since. Before telling me—during sex—that he had a girlfriend. And then when I kicked him out, he asked me for my Wi-Fi password so he could get an Uber. I see him waiting outside and attempt to quicken my pace no one wants to awkwardly make eye contact for an entire block —all the while trying to strut my stuff, of course.
About halfway to him, I just Broken shoe and everything. What a time to be alive. View on Twitter. SELF does not provide medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Any information published on this website or by this brand is not intended as a substitute for medical advice, and you should not take any action before consulting with a healthcare professional. At SELF, Lindsey has specialized in culture, love, and sex, but also written about health, food, fitness, and beauty.
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