Dating in the BOI: Mr. McNasty

Dates: ZERO

App used: Tinder

Status: Block & Deleted


So, it actually happened. I got attacked by the d&ckpics (disclaimer: creepy blog post below)

Yes, ladies and gentleman. The inevitable happened. I’m fortunate I have no recent experience dealing with the situation in which I’m going to describe to you. Nonetheless it was only a matter of time.


Here’s the backstory:

Back in January, I matched with someone on Tinder (the usual). It was a decent conversation, and he asked to exchange numbers.

I thought sure, why not?

We exchanged texts here and there, but the conversation exchange didn’t amount to anything substantive.


Fast-forward to last week:

Here I am at work in my office, typing away, answering emails, and minding my business. With my phone being locked, I see this text message from an unknown number.

Side note: This is a weird habit, but I don’t save numbers in my phone unless I deem it necessary. To illustrate: if a guy I meet on Tinder wants to exchange numbers, I don’t automatically save it in my contacts. It’s not until we have a good conversation, possibly an in-person meetup, is where I decide to add him to my contacts. I usually save it as John Doe (Tinder).

When I received this hey message, I’m thinking who the hell is this?!

I unlock my phone, and I noticed I had a prior exchange with a person from this number. I scrolled up to read all of the messages, and I still had no clue who I was talking to.

C’mon, it’s been since January 5th when we last spoke! Clearly he left no imprint on my life.

Before I had a chance to respond, here’s what happened next:

McNasty: I’m in Boise finally, dft right now?

Me: No response

McNasty: [Sends 1st d*ckpic]

McNasty: [Sends 2nd d*ickpic]

McNasty: [Sends 3rd d*ckpic]

I am not kidding you. While at work, I was bombarded with disgusting and unwanted photos from Mr. McNasty.  I elected not to respond because I didn’t want him to know this was still my phone number.

I logged into Tinder, and what do I see…, a message from McNasty:

McNasty: Hey, I sent you some d*ckpics, did you get them?

Me: No response

McNasty: It would be a shame if I sent them to the wrong number.

Me: [totally lying] That’s  not my number anymore. You blindly sent d*ckpics to a number? Why?

McNasty: Well, what’s your number?

Me: For what? So you can send me unwanted photos? No thanks.

McNasty: I thought you were DTF?

Me: Really? That’s interesting. Because we exchanged numbers? No thanks.

McNasty: Whatever. Have a great life.

Me: Thanks! I will have an awesome life


I quickly unmatched with McNasty and shrugged off that disgusting feeling.


Here’s what I have a problem with, and I hope readers take note. It has been more than 3 months since I last spoke to Mr. McNasty. Three months! During the course of three months, lots could have transpired:

  • New phone number
  • New boyfriend
  • I moved away
  • Got abducted by aliens

I am poking fun, but truth be told, this person did not even think to ask whether this was my number or not. He thought it was his right to send me photos of himself (3 disturbing photos, one where in the background you can see the bath-time toys of his child). It’s one thing if you and someone you’re dating/seeing/talking to  mutually agree to exchange nude photos; it’s another issue if such exchange was not agreed upon nor requested.


Over the past few months, I haven’t really been on any dating apps as much. The appeal of swiping right or another awkward date is slowly dwindling. Don’t get me wrong — I plan to still use Tinder, especially when I’m traveling these next few months.  I, however, will start believing in destiny & acknowledge I’ll meet the right person when the time is right.

Until then, I plan to keep going on dates, whether in the BOI or not.


 

How have you handled receiving inappropriate photos which you never requested? I’d love to hear how you dealt with it!


Stay tuned for another Dating in the BOI story!

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Single in the BOI: Mr. Forgetful

Dating in the BOI has been an adventure, to say the least. From awkward first dates, to run-ins with people from my past, it sure isn’t boring here in the BOI.


For this entry, I changed it from Dating in the BOI to Single in the BOI because I’ll start sharing stories about my “Single Ladies” experiences when I go out.


Last month, it felt like I went to Fatty’s a whole lot. Maybe because it was 3 weekends in a row where I ended up at Fatty’s.

When I tell people I go to Fatty’s, the responses vary: some people respond with an immediate annoyed look, others say “I LOVE FATTY’S”, or I don’t really get a reaction. More like an indifference.  To me, any place which plays music, has room to walk around, and I can see a dancing Panda is a win.


On those three separate occasions, I ran into this one guy — I’ll call him Mr. Forgetful (keep reading, because I’ll tell you why he has this name).  Nothing really stood out about this one guy — he’s actually shorter than me, wears hoodies, and smells like cigarettes. BUT I’m a sucker for pretty smiles and a guy has his own way of being (not in a big crowd acting reckless and consistently bumping into me!)


Going against my norm, I smiled back at him prompting him to want to walk my way and give me a high-5. Yes, he gave me high-5. Not sure if this was out of nervousness or what. But I played along. Don’t want to knock down a high-5.


Later that night, I continued to dance in a solo fashion enjoying the sounds of the deejay. Mr. Forgetful approaches me, and this time he decides to… wait for it (in my Barney voice from HIMYM)..HUG ME.

Yes, this time he hugged me.


Honestly, I thought that was pretty cute gesture. It also made me realize how much he smelled like cigarettes (not really a fan of cigarettes).


As the night went on, he came back and we engaged in a conversation.  He asked me my:

  1. Name
  2.  Where I’m from (he’s not from Boise)
  3. If I come to Fatty’s often

I told him my name probably more than once. But who is counting.


The following weekend, who do I see at Fatty’s? Yes, Mr. Forgetful. No, this isn’t where he forgets who I am. He actually remembered. Instead of a hug or a high-5, this time he extended his arm out and gave me a casual greeting. While doing that he yells out I remember YOU!


This time, I didn’t stay out long and only wanted a temporary escape by listening to music at Fatty’s. When I did see him, we danced together for a bit (side note: I’m proud that I got over my own insecurities when dancing with someone shorter than me; he’s probably 5’8 or shorter. I’m noticeably taller given I’m 5’10).


This hi/bye game was what happened the third time I saw him at Fatty’s.


This is when he became Mr. Forgetful.


When I went to the Egyptian Theater for Valentine’s Day to see When Harry Met Sally, I recognized a familiar face. Mind you, some weeks had past since I last saw him. After giving the young lady my entry ticket, I saw Mr. Forgetful working at the Egyptian. With some seconds passing, Mr. Forgetful turns and says to me oh, don’t I know you from somewhere?

Mmmmkayyyy.

Do you know me from somewhere?


Hey buddy — it’s not like I’ve seen you at so many places in Boise. I’ve never bumped into you at any other place but Fatty’s. Yet, it’s challenging for you to remember me. Even my friend was like really? She remembers me talking about Mr. Forgetful when we went out to Fatty’s together. He even walked by us that one night.


I did what anyone would do — greeted him by his first name, and I reminded him we’d met at Fatty’s.


You know what he did? Walked around where he was stationed while working, and he decided to hug  me.

Kinda awkward.

So here’s the scoop. He doesn’t probably remember me because :

  1. He wants to come off as aloof and un-bothered.
  2. He may have been under the influence during out 3 separate conversations, including me mentioning my name at least 3 times (my thoughts & reason).
  3. Or, he’s that forgetful

Overall, I thought it was entertaining.


You’re probably asking whether I genuinely expect someone to remember my name after meeting/talking in a nightclub. Honestly — yes, yes I do. Regardless of whether I’ve meet you at Fatty’s, at Albertson’s, or while at a professional event. I try to remember names & faces, especially if it’s more than one occasion I see you.

I haven’t seen him since the Egyptian, and I really don’t plan on seeing him anytime soon. Don’t get me wrong, I do plan on going to Fatty’s and enjoy an amazing night out.


I might just become inflicted with selective amnesia next time I happen to see him.


Single Boiseans: what do you do when someone doesn’t recognize you after a few exchanges?