Intimate Encounters? T.O.D.S.

Dear Diary;

…and so begins another episode of Tales from the Online Dating Scene.

I jumped back into Plenty Of Fish about a week ago when curiosity got the better of me. I hadn’t checked it in who knows how long and I figured I should update my profile and cast the line back in the water. No new messages were waiting for me, which it typical, but a few lookers had browsed my profile. I re-wrote my blurb in the "about me" section, changed my picture and began the waiting game again.

A few days later I had a bite! A nice fellow, a total of 10 years older than I, started an innocent chat with me about how our day was going and whatnot. I never should have used "whatnot" in a sentence because from that point on, everything he said was followed with it. He asked what I did for a living and when I told him I was a Residential Counsellor he asked me if that was like a therapist. He was terribly dissapointed to hear that it wasn’t like that, and proceeded to tell me he was hoping to get some free therapy out of it. 

*insert eye roll*

Note to men: telling a girl you need therapy in your first conversation is a no-no. Trying to get a free session from said girl is even worse.

Other than that, he was a pretty nice guy. A little older than I would have liked though, so I thanked him for the conversation and re-cast my line.

This afternoon I checked my messages and low and behold there was a new one. You never really know what to expect when you’re about to open a message. All I can really do is hope for the best. I hate to say it, but typically when the subject line reads: "hai watz up", it’s not going to be good.

Anywho, I opened the message and this is what it said: "Hey, you down with intimate encounters?"

I wasn’t sure if this was a joke, or if someone was actually asking me that. I sat with a blank stare on my face for about 5 minutes before I hit the reply button. I gave him a little credit for at least having proper spelling, but I kindly turned him down and sent him on his way. I’m not sure he was paying attention to my location anyway. He lives in Alberta and I’m in Ontario. Was he really expecting me to fly across the county to fuck him?

*sigh*