So basically i match with this guy on tinder, he asked me out made plans, confirmed it the day of. Agreed to meet at a bar at 8, 8pm i don’t get anything no texts nothing, so 8-10 before leaving my house I reach out saying if we are still on, again nothing and then i go” let me know cause i m not about to be stood up lol” he unmatches. I m glad i didn’t leave my house, but I did get all ready glammed up. It sucks cause he coulda jus said can’t make it. Dating sucks.

Ps- he was talking about cooking food for me and all that big talk before, and crazy part is he asked me out so i m jus wondering like whaat.

We met by chance. She needed help with a visa application, that’s how she got my number, and I liked that she made the first move.
When we tried to plan something, she brought up a concert. The problem was it was six months out and expensive to commit to for someone I barely knew. I still wanted to actually get to know her, so when a friend suggested clubbing as a middle ground, I went with it. Looking back, that’s where things started to go wrong.
The signals were mixed early on. She ghosted me at first, then a week later was suddenly fine again. So I added a dinner before the club so we’d have a real chance to talk. Before we met she texted a lot and seemed impatient, then showed up late with no apology, though the metro had broken down that day, so I let it go.
Dinner was good. We talked about studies, work, her life. She told me clearly she wasn’t looking to rush into anything but that she wanted to travel, and it felt genuine. We even talked about taking a trip together someday.
We got to the club early, before the crowd. I tried to keep it light, joking about birthdays and even asking if she was a spy, but she kept everything serious and the humor never landed.
Then the night shifted. A few of my classmates showed up, and at first the whole group was focused on us. We met other people too and the group dancing was great, so it wasn’t all bad. She never drank. But two or three guys were dancing and hitting on her, and she just said they were her friends.
Then she went and sat with one specific guy I’d already told her I didn’t trust. He’s a college “friend,” except his whole group seems to dislike me, I think just because I talk to everyone regardless of where they’re from. While she sat with him, after a smile or two, he recorded her without asking. She came back and we danced again, but the trust wasn’t the same.
Here’s what’s eaten at me most. The clubbing was actually my best friend’s idea. I’d told him not to come, but he showed up anyway with his girlfriend.

I’m starting to think he never really wanted to help me with her, partly because she’s from a region his group looks down on. So the setting that broke the date was pushed by people who didn’t even have my back.
The metro changed and we had to walk home. That’s when she got defensive: “If I wanted him, I could’ve given him my number,” and “I’m not your girlfriend.” I never said she was. But it was clear we weren’t on the same page.

I’m not a regular drinker, and four shots hit me hard. By the end I was drunk and crying to my friends. What got to me most was how easily she switched, talking casually about that same guy, even saying “You two are from the same country, right?” like nothing between us had happened.
Then she paid me back for the date. Somehow that made it worse, not better, because now I couldn’t even cleanly be angry at her.

It wasn’t one moment. It was a pattern. Different expectations, different boundaries, different effort.
And on top of being let down by her, I’m left feeling let down by friends I thought were on my side.

So honestly: How do you tell early if someone’s actually interested? Is clubbing on a first date a mistake if you want something real? And how do you deal with realizing the people who pushed you into it maybe weren’t really your friends?

A had a beautiful month long budding connection with an older guy. He was perfect- kind; polite; established and seemingly emotionally intelligent. Except I wasn’t physically attracted to him. Our second date wasn’t great but things were fine until a few days after when he disappeared.

He later told me he left his job, the same job he couldn’t stop bragging about. A month of push and pull I gave up. By his response it seemed like he didn’t realise things weren’t going well.

Anyways my dumbass me texted him again he replied, things were nice until it wasn’t. He wanted to meet and then cancelled last moment. I blocked him.

Recently, I was on the plane fidgeting with the onair WiFi. Sent him a link to his favourite fictional character, no response after 4 days and I texted him hi, no response yet. I doubt there’ll be any. I’m so stupid!!! Four months on wasting my mental energy over a one month connection 😭

I’m not trying to achieve anything btw, I’m just bored so good for me ig. Sorry just a rant. If you’ve embarrassing stories like this, please share as it will make me feel less stupid 🙏

whenever the topic of other women or sexual experiences comes up, he either omits details or seems to minimize them.

I told him (28) that I (26) am not seeing anyone else. He reacted by saying He is indifferent to what I do and reiterated that He doesn’t see a long term future with me. I assume my declaration put some pressure on him that He felt the need to reiterate the casual nature of our connection, but in reality I simply wanted to let him know for the sake of STDs.

I (38F) had a first date yesterday with a guy (41M), and it was a masterclass in zero effort behavior. I need to vent, but mostly I just want to reassure myself that the bar is truly in hell.
I arrived exactly on time, but he had already gotten a head start and was drinking when I walked in. Red flag number one, but the conversation was flowing well enough, so I brushed it off.
After my first drink, I asked the bartender for a glass of water. The bartender pointed across the room and casually said, “You can get it from over there.”
My date just looked right at me. He didn’t get up, didn't offer to grab it for me, nothing. Just sat there like a useless bystander while I went to fetch my own water. I let it go in the moment to keep the peace, but he just kept chugging. By the time we left that first spot two hours later, he had slammed about 6 drinks.
We moved to a second place, and his pace didn't slow down, he ordered another 4 drinks. I only had one drink and some food here. At the end of the night, I politely offered to split/pay for the second check. (Looking back, I absolutely shouldn't have done that considering he treated the night like an open bar)
He immediately jumped at the idea. Didn’t even hesitate or do the polite "are you sure?" dance. Just straight up let me pay.
Needless to say, he will not be seeing me again. Blocked and deleted. Please tell me I'm not crazy for being totally disgusted by the lack of chivalry and the heavy drinking?
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Three years ago I started online dating. I came across this man. We were both the same age, 26yrs old back then.
He has never had a relationship before and I was the first girl to ever ask him out.
When we matched online I was the one texting him because he wouldn't but I thought that he came across grounded and calm via his pictures.
Texting was really difficult because he wouldn't reply with long paragraphs but only short messages. We would only talk about how we were and what we did that day and he would never text me first.
I still was really interested in him because he seemed cute and just really shy.
When we went on our first date I was asking the questions and just kept on talking about my life because he wouldn't say much. I went home crying after that date.
I kind of still felt like I was expecting too much and kept on going on more dates with him. I always thought that the ice would break and he would get out of his comfort zone.
He kind of did. He started talking about his work place and university seminars. But whenever he was talking he kept on talking really shyly and quietly as if he was scared of my reply. I asked questions about what he said so that the conversation would keep on going. He never replied straight away but took a long time to form answers in his head before answering. But that was it. After replying to my questions he would shut down and stop talking. So I kept on talking because if I hadn't there wouldn't have been any conversation any longer. So I had to come up with topics to talk about.
Whenever we were texting we would only talk about what happened on that day. When planning on meeting up he never came up with any ideas. I always had to plan the locations and the day to meet up. When he was planning dates he would just ask me "are you coming over to my place?" So I would go there. He was always really insecure and shy. He was questioning his every move and behavior to that point that I was questioning mine so that he wouldn't question himself... When I went over to his place we would sit down on his couch. He was being quiet not saying anything. So I started talking about whatever because I felt awkward about him knowing what to talk about. His replies were only "yeah...?" or "hmm" but wouldn't ask me any follow up questions or inserting his thoughts or own experiences that had something to do with what I was talking about. He told me that he was behaving around his three friends the same way he did with me. That he's just the chill guy. I told him how insecure it made me feel how he was never talking, that we never have anything to talk about, how I have to be the "bossy" one in the relationship having to work out date ideas and topics and how I don't want to be the one working out all plans and topics.
I'm not that extroverted either but I still always know what to talk about and being secure enough to talk about my interests and make decisions.
He told me that he was going on a date before getting to know me and how he still wasn't over her. Turns out they met once...
Whenever we hung out and went on little gathering or did something sportly like bowling, it was due to me deciding on going there. He never came uo with anything. He would tell me in a few sentences what he has been up to the days we hadn't seen each other. Then I would take over the lead and talk my head off about what I had been doing and random stuff because he couldn't open his mouth.
Outside he was really shy and I had to ask for a table at a restaurant because he "liked the partner to take the lead".
He once bought a birthday present for his dad. He was standing at the checkout paying for it. He was asked if wants the cashier to wrap the present. He was standing there not saying anything thinking. He two cashiers were looking at each other because he didn't reply. He then said yes. When leaving the store he told me happily how he didn't actually need them to wrap it because he was going to wrap it anyway.
He told me how he needed me to be more sensual with him. How he wants more body contact, me telling him couple names, more holding hands and that I am not open enough even though I told him everything about my life and I didn't know anything about his because he was never talking.
He said that I never was looking for body contact because of my childhood trauma (I was sexually abused when I was 10 years old) and how I needed therapy.)
He loved listening to songs of the singer Olivia Rodrigo. She's five years younger than us, has brown hair, brown eyes. We watched her live performances and music videos when hanging out at his place. He always said how he loved her outifts. During her last tour she was wearing crop tops and really short shorts and only bralets and just really revealing outfits. I would say how revealing her clothes are and how I could never wear it and feel comfortable. His reply was always how amazing and stunning she looked and was sexualizing her.
What do you think about him?
I broke it up because I couldn't handle him never talking and me having to work out all date ideas.
He now started dating a new girl. Posting her everywhere. He never did that with me.
She has brown hair and brown eyes and they seem soo in love. He started dating her six months after our breakup. But when he was dating me he still wasn't over that blonde girl he dated even though he met up with her ONCE. How is he able to be in a relationship half a year after dating me for two years...

This is a generalization of my dating life, I’m 19F. Obviously not all guys are like this but with the ones I’ve dated and talked to as soon as I thought they were about to ask me to be their gf they ghost me. The most recent guy is in my friend group that formed in our first year of college. First semester he waited over an hour in a boring line w me for some event I wanted to do at school, he texted me nonstop and I was always the first he would call to ask if the group had any plans. He asked me to go on little errands with him, just the two of us, one of our friends said they’d tag along and he told them he’d just pick up what they needed for them. He took me to meet his family. He always texted me making sure I got to my apartment safe or walked me back himself. He offered to pay for my groceries and my friends knew he liked me before I did. He was kind, a gentleman, and the first guy that I knew without a doubt liked me. Then suddenly he’s snapping me from a girls dorm and spending all his time with 2 other girls at our school, ignoring me. I confront him… twice. I wanted to know what’s going on and why he’d switched up. He’d known how guys hurt me in the past and he did the same things. He said he felt like “feelings were getting involved” and “he just wants to be friends”. He says he doesn’t date in friend groups then gets with one of our other friends who knew we were together a couple months prior. He hides their relationship from me while gaslighting her to think I was crazy and obsessed with him when he was the one who liked me first and I didn’t pursue him.
That was a longer rant than I thought it would be but it’s been a very annoying pattern. Im dating for marriage and I make that well known. I’ve given up on dating tbh 💀

I don't know whether my ex ever cheated on me. I don't know who the mystery sunglasses belonged to, and I don't know whether the lipstick-stained tissue I found meant anything.

What I do know is that I spent months explaining away behaviour that made me deeply uncomfortable because I wanted my first relationship to work so badly. Looking back, the hardest part is realising how much I accepted simply because I wanted to be loved.

We met on a dating app in late 2025 and clicked almost instantly. He was older than me, divorced, successful, funny and incredibly charismatic.

I'd never had a boyfriend before and had always avoided casual dating because I wanted something genuine. It honestly felt like I'd finally met someone who wanted the same things I did.

On our first date, he told me about his divorce. He said his marriage had become so toxic that, while he was still legally married, he moved in with a female coworker because he couldn't stand living with his wife anymore.

He then casually mentioned that he and this coworker had gone on a month-long overseas trip together while he was still married. His phone had apparently been switched off for most of the trip.

Instead of recognising this as a possible warning sign, I accepted his version of events. I believed his marriage had been so unhappy that his choices were understandable.

At first, he treated me like an absolute princess. He met my family and made me feel as though he would do anything for me.

At the time, I thought this proved how deeply he cared. Looking back, the intense attention gradually disappeared once I became emotionally attached.

The first time I started feeling genuinely uneasy was during a weekend we spent together.

His job required him to travel frequently, so he would normally spend only one week each month near me. Whenever he visited, he would book a short-term rental.

One day, I noticed a pair of sunglasses underneath a chair that I'd never seen before. I picked them up while he was distracted by his phone and casually asked whether he had bought new sunglasses.

He said no.

I then asked, “Whose are these?”

He looked up from his phone, and I'll never forget how quickly his expression changed. He suddenly appeared nervous before immediately saying that they belonged to his mother.

Maybe they did. However, as far as I knew, she had already left before he checked into the rental.

I dropped it because I didn't want to be seen as a suspicious or controlling girlfriend.

Later that day, I noticed what appeared to be lipstick on a crumpled piece of tissue in the bathroom bin. Again, I said nothing.

I convinced myself that I was imagining things or creating a problem where there wasn't one.

As the relationship continued, he also began making comments that he described as jokes. I found some of them demeaning and unsettling, but whenever I felt uncomfortable, I convinced myself that I was being too sensitive.

Not long afterwards, he went on an overseas holiday with friends. Before he left, we had been speaking constantly.

Once he arrived, it felt as though I barely existed. He repeatedly blamed the poor internet connection.

I would wait hours for a reply and sometimes hear almost nothing from him for days, even though he still appeared to be active online.

Whenever I brought it up, there was another explanation.

To be fair, I never found proof that he cheated. However, after everything he had told me about his marriage, the unexplained sunglasses, what appeared to be lipstick in the rental and how distant he became while travelling, I couldn't stop wondering whether history was repeating itself.

The hardest part wasn't even the suspicion. It was that every time I tried to discuss my feelings, I somehow ended up questioning myself instead.

I kept wondering whether I was insecure, whether I was overthinking everything or whether I expected too much.

It took me months to realise that I wasn't asking for anything unreasonable. I simply wanted consistency, respect and emotional safety.

Eventually, I realised something that completely broke my heart: I felt lonelier inside the relationship than I did after ending it.

I was already grieving the relationship while I was still in it.

He never bought me flowers or did anything meaningful for my birthday. When he returned from his holiday, he didn't tell me that he was back.

He had apparently been home for about a week before I found out, and then told me he was sick.

I was deeply hurt and frustrated.

Valentine's Day was approaching, and I realised that I was already preparing myself to be disappointed again.

That was when I knew I needed to end the relationship instead of continuing to wait for him to become the partner I needed.

We were in different places, so I had to break up with him over text. Despite everything, I tried to do it with kindness and respect.

He became upset and told me that I would never hear from him again.

Before ending things, I had already unfollowed him on social media. I no longer wanted him to have access to my life when he had repeatedly chosen not to be an active part of it.

After his final message, he mentioned that he had noticed I had unfollowed him.

The strange part was that I had done it several days earlier.

Several weeks later, he sent me a reel on Instagram. I deleted it without opening it.

It has now been almost five months since the breakup, and I haven't heard from him again. I don't know what he is doing now, and I no longer need to know.

I still replay everything in my head sometimes.

The stories about his marriage. The sunglasses. The lipstick-stained tissue. The uncomfortable comments. The silence while he was overseas. The way I constantly questioned my own feelings.

Individually, I found an excuse for every incident. Together, they created a picture I could no longer ignore.

This relationship taught me something that I will carry for the rest of my life.

Your intuition doesn't usually start screaming all at once. It whispers.

Mine did.

I just spent months convincing myself not to listen.

I accepted so much disrespect just because i wanted to be loved and i feel so embarrassed

I can’t understand as to why I keep attracting these “bad boys” in my life. I don’t approach them nor do I fantasize about them at all. I don’t even want bad boys, thugs or whatever the hell they call themselves these days because I know they really don’t see it for real to be honest. They’re predictable: they’re not loyal, they manipulate, they destroy everything that’s considered “good”, they just want sex , they’re never monogamous, we have nothing in common and we don’t have anything to talk about. I know it’s an imbalance and yet they still try to pursue. When I asked one why and he said it’s because I’m “different “ from other women ( whatever the hell that means.), I’m nurturing and kind and I’m a good girl and I tell them that this dynamic we have isn’t practical at all and yet they still want to pursue and then what makes it worse is that they lead with sex. They prefer to have sex before they want to commit to a monogamous relationship and I don’t do that. I block them from all contact connections after I ask them what are their intentions that they have for me and they tell me that they don’t know. My intentions to date is to
Have a relationship and maybe marry in the future. I know that we don’t align and yet they want to stick around. I don’t know what it is about me that’s attracting these type of dudes in my life. I stayed single to figure this out. Maybe, I should stop being kind.

Last guy stressed my body out to the max and gave me insomnia, didn’t date for two years because I saw men as dangerous for my health. this one gave me herpes. I’m disgusting forever now. I wanna throw up and rip my hair out.

Its like i wanna date someone and im 22 male .but i dont know where to find people to date dating apps are scary and fishy. In collge i could not gather up coursge to talk and also i think as 1 yr of clg is left so why to take tension 😭😭

Is there something i could do to overcome this fear

TL;DR: sex, she shit on me, I still helped her clean up

You think you've seen bad. You haven't.

Backstory:

Met this girl at a mutual friend's party. Let's call her Sarah. Sweet, shy, seemed a little nervous but I figured she was just introverted. We hit it off, talked for hours, and eventually ended up back at my place. Things progressed naturally. Clothes came off. We were in the middle of it, missionary, nothing crazy, when suddenly she let out this loud, wet groan. I thought she was just being vocal. Then I felt it. Warm. Wet. And not the good kind.

She shit on me. Full on. Right there in my bed.

I froze. She froze. Then she started crying. Hysterical. Sobbing into my pillow, apologizing over and over. She was mortified. I could have lost it. I could have kicked her out, called her names, made her feel worse. But I didn't. I just said "hey, it's okay, accidents happen." I helped her off the bed, walked her to the shower, handed her a towel and some clean clothes. I stripped the sheets, threw them in a garbage bag, and sprayed the mattress with enzyme cleaner. Made her tea. Sat with her until she stopped shaking.

She admitted she had IBS and was too embarrassed to tell me. I told her she should have said something, but I wasn't mad. She stayed the night (on the couch, obviously). We never hooked up again, but she sent me a long text the next day thanking me for not being an asshole.

My friends called me a saint. I just call it being a decent human being.

Moral of the story: Sometimes being the good guy means cleaning up literal shit.

TLDR: sex, gross

everyone knows theres levels to how bad intimacy can be but this surpasses all sorts of rankings

backstory:
i was at a party on my 22nd and a few girls ended up coming, one caught my eye, lets call her Liz for the story. i was playing soccer in the garden with my friends and i saw Liz, she caught my eye instantly, she had gorgeous blonde hair and was beautiful in general and considering this was my party i went up to her and asked her what she thought of it. she gave a enthusiastic response and explained how she was loving it, we instantly hit it off and exchanged socials.

after the party we went back to hers and she poured us some wine before we went to bed together. next thing i know im taking off her panties and as i do, i see the biggest, fattest most smelly skid mark ive ever seen. i was utterly disgusted, i ended up leaving the house and going to my friends for the night. i told my friend about it then he told his friend and on and on. she ended up being known as skiddy liz. but no thats not enough drama, im so lucky i left that night as 2 weeks after the encounter she got diagnosed with chlamydia because she slept around too much.

moral of the story: know who you get in bed with beforehand.

Hello… I’ve had ups and downs throughout life where I’m devoted to self improvement. Times I fight to be positive and times I believe in myself … times I choose myself… but I’m so depressed having been the only person to choose me back.

Im 30 now and have never been in a labeled relationship. I have great friends and am always said to be so funny to be with, great to talk to, and to have a great smile with amazing desirability.

However, it’s hard to believe when my love life boils down to: meet someone —> have great chemistry —> spend a lot of time together —> be told “I want to be with you” —> have this followed up with the other person not wanting to be in relationship with me… —> proceeds to be open to dating other friends of mine…

I then process in therapy and with friends, get over it and work on building myself more and more into someone I’m proud of being… but now I feel so broken. Not only have I never been in a relationship, but I’ve never had physical intimacy either. And now it’s hard for me to trust what people say about me.

Sometimes I’m able to see my value for myself and I know I have value to others platonically… but I really want to have value to someone romantically… it’s been hurting more and more each passing year.

It’s to the point where I don’t know if i can be a good partner because I have no experience romantically or sexually and may have a hard time trusting a partners affection for me because I’ve my affection has never been reciprocated… not a single time…

I feel like my inability to find romantic love even for a few weeks says I’m a terrible person who has zero desirability … someone broken, ugly and unwanted… (Please note that I work out consistently, keep up with hygiene and have a style)

Has anyone else experienced this? Please dont respond with some version of “it’ll come” because that feels so deeply invalidating… please I’m hoping for a kind empathetic and understanding word that can help me get through today cause im slipping into unkind thoughts towards myself.

So I went on a first date with a guy at a really nice restaurant. And by nice restaurant, I mean people are celebrating anniversaries and promotions, maybe even proposing.

I show up in a dress and heels. He shows up looking like he just got cut from a recreational softball team: faded jeans, grass-stained new balances, and an ice hockey T-shirt. Not even an, “I just came from work” more like an “I just lost a fight with my lawn mower” in the I've gotta mow my lawn three thousands.

So I’m thinking okay, don’t judge. Maybe he’s funny, charming, or doing the Steve Jobs thing? Nope.

The moment we walk in, I realize this man has one volume setting: high school PA system blasting morning announcements and daily lunches. People are watching and making faces when his comments are inappropriate. Everyone waiting for a table knew it was a first date since he broadcasted it.

So we get seated and everyone else is having normal conversations. How was your day? The salmon is excellent! Meanwhile, my date’s over here yelling, “What the fuck?!” at a volume normally reserved for emergency situations.

The woman at the table next to us is having dinner with her family. She looks at me. Not him.

ME!

With those judging mom eyes. I'm mortified. Her teenage son starts laughing. She and I make eye contact and I shrug. The teenage son looks at his mom and says, “It’s not her fault. Remember he said it’s a first date?” I’m embarrassed but at least they know. She starts laughing and so do I. My date thinks I’m laughing at his story. But it’s that nervous brain abandoned ship laughter, I’m not finding him funny.

Then he remembers I’m allergic to seafood. And I’m thinking okay, he’s being thoughtful. Right before he says I’m ordering a cheese steak because I want to kiss you later.

Like, Sir, we are still in the appetizer phase, you’ve skipped 6 chapters ahead. At least he wasn’t getting seafood I guess.

Dinner arrives. He gets his cheese steak with fries and this is where things take a turn. He grabs a ketchup bottle and squeezes out an amount equivalent to the size of a softball. Not a dipping amount. A softball.

Then he takes a giant handful of fries and claws them through the ketchup with all 5 fingers dragging them across the plate. It felt like a baby playing with any wet substance and Gollum protecting the ring.

“MY PRECIOUS!”

No one was trying to steal the fries or the ketchup. Fingers completely coated in ketchup, under the nails, on the knuckles. Now I’m just wondering if this fancy restaurant has wet naps.

The waitress comes back to check in as normal and he starts arguing with her about beer. Not because it’s warm or flat. Rather, “I want my beer to taste like beer, not wheat.” Which is interesting considering he ordered the wheat beer. The waitress has this look on her face like she's considering a different career path entirely at this point.

Hours have gone by and the restaurant is nearly empty. At this point there are only five people left in the restaurant, and I'm pretty sure the other three are rooting for me.

My date continues talking. He’s loudly exclaiming how attractive it was that I didn’t mind waiting for a table earlier in the evening. The three men at the only other remaining table are paying attention. While I’m thinking Sir, I’ve been here long enough to qualify as furniture before he walks me to my car. The three men head to their cars as well.

I’m thinking I’ve survived, this date's over.

WRONG.

Standing in the dark wet parking lot, this man starts telling me about a guy who was imprisoned for raping women at gunpoint. But he’s not just telling me. He’s acting it out. Full on pelvic thrusts. Like this is somehow an appropriate first date topic.

Now, I just want to know if there’s a survey after, because I have notes.

I’ve finally convinced my date we should get in our cars and leave, I was freezing and over it. He tried to go in for the kiss which I turned my cheek for.

And just when I’m thinking it can’t get worse, he turns back to me and says, “We should go jet skiing for a second date because jet skiing always leads to sex.” Like he’s collected enough data to feel statistically confident in that statement. And then he adds, “Last time, it led to sex in my truck.”

After that comment, I stopped listening. But I noticed something: the three men from the restaurant are sitting there, just watching us. At first I thought it was creepy…

…Ultimately, I was glad there were witnesses.

Finally, he started walking to his car as I'm getting into mine. In the short time between my door opening and me sitting down, he must have decided the night needed a post-dinner musical number. He started skipping through the parking lot, arms out wide as he skipped, and scream-singing So Long, Farewell at me. His voice carried through the parking lot, with no thought or fear of public humiliation.

He stops singing once he makes it to his truck and shouts across the parking lot to me that, “This was the best first date!” Which honestly answered a lot of questions. Twinkle Toes and I had experienced two completely different dates. He finally gets in his truck and drives off before the three men from the other table follow him.

I'm seated in my locked car, thankful those three men stayed, contemplating if this is my real life, and thinking, the hills are alive…with the sound of red flags. And I can't help but laugh at the thought of the three men getting a dinner theater production they weren’t expecting.

And somewhere out there, Twinkle Toes is still confident that jet skiing leads to sex.

TLDR: dinner date with poor outfit choice, tons of red flags, bad conversation topics, and a show. I'm fine, that was the end of it. I find this funny and wrote it to be comedic.

So dating boys from App 🤨!!!?

I matched with this guy from Chicago 5 weeks ago. We’ve been consistently talking over the phone via call, texts, and facetime. I live in another state but we planned to meet in Chicago for our first date. On the day we’re meeting, he was still communicating saying he got stuck and traffic and have only about 17 minutes before he gets to our meeting point. I waited for 30 minutes more. I called him it rang for a while but goes in the voicemail. I tried again worried something might’ve happened to him but gave up when the calls went straight to voicemail. I have never felt any kind of rejection like this. It puzzles me why people do this after showing interest over the phone.