I remember a post where an OP had been on a date where the guy kept saying 'Serious alligator' after every sentence.
Am I allowed to give a lesbian's online dating perspective or is that a thread derail?
I did date guys in my late teens and early twenties so until I get an answer to that question I'll furnish you with experiences of those (not online, I'm too old)!
One guy, seemed great at first and I was with him a while.
Then the issues started. Of the things I remember most vividly;
I woke up one morning and he was naked in bed next to me, scratching his bits. Each time he did a horrid cheesy smell seeped up through to my nose.
He worked with my Mother (I'd helped him get the job as he'd lost his) and she rang me one day to say people in the office had been complaining about the smell of his feet. I was eating my dinner at the time and remember thinking 'You'd not ring anyone else's partner about this problem?'
She then rang me back later and said 'He doesn't wear underpants does he, perhaps It's not his feet, perhaps It's his trousers!'
He was a complete and utter knob-but that one sticks out so to speak.
Another one, regularly didn't flush the loo. I remember going for a bath once and being greeted with a huge floater in the lavvy. I decided to leave it there because he'd often come to talk to me while I were in the bath and he could deal with it himself. He indeed arrived in the bathroom, I saw him peek in the toilet, say nothing and flush it. I asked him why and he said there was a bit of paper in it.
Another one, lived together briefly and I dumped not long after after I realised he had a much more serious drink problem than I'd realised.I thought he just drank a bit too much sometimes, and we both liked to go out and get drunk so it didn't seem a huge issue-it was.
I told him it was over and I'd move out as soon as possible. He was naked, sitting on his leather computer chair. He told me that I'd never find anyone better as 'When it comes down to it there is no better'. As this sentence left his mouth he stood up to walk across the room and there was a white plastic bag stuck to his arse, or more accurately, stuck up his bum crack.
Another one, used to pick me up from work (I worked as a waitress while in college) no matter whether I wanted it or not. I was quite happy to get the bus and often wanted a few drinks with my colleagues first. Colleagues picked up on his controlling nature and said that he hd no right to insist he picked me up and we went straight home-I had weak boundaries back then and I listened to them and stopped doing what he wanted and leaving with him. Followign this, If he turned up and I was at the bar having a drink he'd illustrate his disapproval by squatting down on the floor with an indignant look on his face. One of my older male colleagues once looked at him and said 'Ere, toilet's over there, mate!'
Another one, turned up to my house drunk when I was ill and sore from a procedure. Proceeded to sit there staring at me, grinning and wanking all day.
I realised I was gay in my mid-twenties and writing these down has made me so grateful it is unbelievable! And reading the rest of them!
However as my first question exists, I am sure you can gather I have a few tales of my own.