Oh dear, oh deary me. 
I despair of OLD. Could there be a marked difference between French and English OLD behaviour? I'm on one site where the men pay but the women don't. I must confess I'm doing it more out of curiosity and amusement but it's got to the point where each time a man strikes up an online conversation I'm girding myself for the swift decline into sexual banter.
They can be so good at seeming perfectly easygoing and pleasant but as soon as I set the limits (politely and calmly) they run the risk of becoming, well, bloody agressive.
There's been this man in the pipeline; a disarming mixture of 'honest', 'kind', and 'respectful' with an array of sexual fantasies which, quite honestly, make me hoot with laughter. Last Friday I found out that a friend of mine knew him in real life and she urged me to meet up with him as he was really kind and funny. So we had another week of messaging. We fixed up a time to meet. He was acting so very keen but I kept things in check and he seemed to be respecting my decisions. Wednesday he became annoyed with me for not responding to a sms, tells me that he's interested in a relationship, bla bla bla. Thursday morning he sent me more messages, just an hour before we were supposed to meet up for breakfast and coffee. And then suddenly he texted me saying 'I've been thinking about this and I'm not going to meet up with you. I met someone last weekend and I don't want to be unfair to her'. I replied with a 'no problem' message. He then tells me they went to Venice last weekend
and I replied that Venice must have been fabulous because Sunday he was texting me asking to meet up. He promptly sent me pictures of sunny Venice with him and a sweet looking young woman and whilst those photos could have been from last weekend or last year (who knows?) I wrote back a tongue in cheek final sms in which I wished him all the joy in the world and a cheery ciao baby, no more contact ever again please!
Of course, in the evening, he was on the OLD site updating his pictures to include ones of him, alone, in Venice.
Sigh. 
He'll be back. Again. But I'm blocking him.