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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[UPDATE] Dating in the BOI: Mr. Fitted Cap

Ok, so you remember my story about Mr. Fitted Cap? You know, the guy I had a good connection with and he all of a sudden went ghost?

Well…

He returned.


Yes, ladies and gents. He returned, and it was a shocker.

About a month or so ago I was on Facebook searching for a friend and typed in the 1st initial of Mr. Fitted Cap’s first name. When his name popped up, I was thinking oh yeah, what’s he up to?


I look at his Facebook page, and I see every single photo of what I believe was his girlfriend removed and off the radar.

Fine, I’ll address the obvious. How did I find his Facebook page? I’ll admit: I remembered his last name when he told me, and I ended up looking for him on Facebook when we were first talking. Don’t act like YOU don’t search for people when you know his/her first & last name!


I found him a few months back, and my thoughts of why he disappeared the 1st time were confirmed. He was openly dating someone. I only assumed it was his ex he returned to.

Fast forward  to now, when his name appeared and I checked his page, all artifacts of her existence disappeared from his page. Poof – gone!


What the…?

My next thought was watch me see him on Tinder.


I sh*t you not, who did I see when I was Tindering a few days after seeing him on Facebook? Yes, no other than Mr. Fitted Cap himself! I couldn’t help but say aloud holy SH*T! while giggling.


For shits and giggles, I purposely swiped right when his profile came cross my fingertips. After swiping right, I didn’t see we matched.

Asshole.


Because I don’t have my Tinder settings set to where I receive notifications when I match/receive a message, I’m unaware of when someone messages me. To my surprise, I see a message from Mr. Fitted Cap

Hey how are you? I hope all is well .

You hope all is well? Really buddy? You GOT to have better game than that.


With my curiosity  peaked, I entertained his message.

Me: Life is good, thanks! I’m surprised to see you back on this app.

Mr. Fitted Cap: On here to find you.

Me: [I call bullshit] Oh yeah, that’s interesting!


After some back and forth exchange, I stopped hearing from him. A week went by, and I thought to myself

Here we go AGAIN with his disappearing act!

Of COURSE I went to see if my suspicious was right as to why he disappeared. Yup – new profile pic with his (now?) girlfriend.


Hey bud, make up your mind. Either you’re single or your NOT. C’mon now. You’re a little too old to be playing these type of games.


I did what any sane person would: unmatched with him on Tinder.


 

Oh – this story doesn’t end. After writing this blog post and saving it for later, more events transpired


 

About a week and half ago, I woke up to a FACEBOOK friend request from guess who. Yes, Mr. Fitted Cap.  My curiosity got the best of me, and I ended up accepting his request.

FB Message convo:

Mr. Fitted Cap (MFC): Hi, how are you going?

Me: Fine, you?

MFC: Going OK. Weather is getting to me.

Me: [Buddy – get to the point!] Oh yeah?

MFC: Yeah. Well, I was hoping we can hang out again

Me: Ummm… why? So you can disappear again? LOL (insert the LOL to make things less confrontational)

MFC: LOL yeah, I had to clear some things up.

Me: Oh ok.


 

Fast-forward to last Monday, I find myself in front of Mr. Fitted Cap once again. This time around, the allure and mystery was gone. Instead of experiencing this newness that comes when you’re hanging out for the first few times, I felt rather annoyed.

We talked, and I asked him about his disappearing act. I got the usual roundabout answers and nothing direct. I then asked directly (which I had no choice at this point): do you have a girlfriend?

Nope.

I was thinking sure buddy. sure. 

Our conversation ended, nothing spectacular. No hug or anything like that. I thanked him for reaching out, said “hope to do it again,” and told him not to disappear again.


Oh brace yourself.

Mr. David Blaine the magician appears. Kid you not, two days later I see I have one less friend on my Facebook friend list. Who ended up deleted me? No other than Mr. Fitted Cap-turned-Mr. David Blaine, the magician.

No.Lie.


You know what makes me laugh? It’s the ridiculously of his behavior. I’d prefer if he was direct and honest. Not someone who hides behind messaging and Facebook. I don’t want someone like that in my life. My conspiracy theory is that he is living a life of wannabe single dude who happens to be in a relationship.


Back to the drawing board.

Not really, though.

I’m continually meeting new people here in Boise, and as a result I’m starting to stray away from the whole Tinder app. I haven’t even bothered with POF or OK Cupid lately. Don’t worry — I have stories to share with you as a single woman in the BOI. Just brace yourself for fewer online dating mishaps.


And to Mr. Fitted Cap: buddy, you take a “L”. For those who don’t know this term, it’s for people who earn a loss, like a loser. “L” for loser.


I’ll see you again sometime here in Boise. And when I do, I’ll do what’s best for both of us. Cast my own spell on you and make you invisible.


Poof! Be gone.

 

Dating in the BOI: 6 Type of Men on POF

As a single woman with limited time, I’ll admit that I’ve downloaded a few share of dating apps. I see these as tools as opposed to strictly relying on them to meet people for dates.


Whether you’re a single new to Boise (like me) or recently single Boisean, part of the dating game is the initial interactions. That said, here’s my take on the 6 type of men you’ll find on Plenty of Fish:

 

Mr. Sales-y. At first, he seems all sweet and innocent. He’ll say sweet nothings like “I read your profile and you seem so sweet and smart” or “You are absolutely beautiful and stunning.” You might be thinking “wait, aren’t these how you should address someone?” Well…maybe. Most likely these type of men copy & paste their messages and send them out in masses to all women regardless of whether or not they’ve read their profile. How do I know this? Because my profile doesn’t really say much, yet I sound sweet and smart? Hmm…


Mr. Muscles. His POF profile is inundated with muscle selfies. He takes the lyrics to the song “Let’s Take a Selfie” to heart. Shirtless selfie in the car. Shirtless selfie in the bathroom. Oh wait – shirtless selfie while eating! Can’t forget that. Be prepared for a message like “hey”. He’ll be under the notion his muscles + a generic “hey” warrant a response. Hey, maybe it will for you.

Mr. Straight-Forward. I feel like every dating app has one of these: a man who is blunt and straight to the point. Here’s some actual messages I received

  • Huhha Hubba! Nice rack 🙂
  • I love a sexual woman
  • Describe your sex drive in one word

Mr. Time Suck. It’s that guy that you initially have a good conversation with, but ultimate it turns boring. It’s the daily “hey” message. You entertain him because he seems nice and engaging. After awhile, the conversation becomes stale, all filled with “heys” and never leaves POF land. No substance, no depth, no excitement. Ultimately, you need to make the decision to cut him because the conversation is a time suck.

Mr. No-Pic. Yes ladies, you’ll see accounts where his photo is the default POF “grayed out” photo. His answer to “what I’m looking for” is “isn’t looking for anything or nothing serious.” Most likely, this man is married or in a relationship and uses this app to perpetuate his devious ways. He may even be as direct as stating that he’s in a relationship and looking for an escape. Yuck!

Mr. Jail Bird. Be prepared to see photos of inmates. How can you initially tell? In the background of their photos, you’ll see steel bunk beds, sexy calendars on the wall, or even bars. The man are dressed from head-to-toe in gray sweatshirt/sweatpants. Now, if you can’t tell they are inmates, it won’t take you long to figure it out. In the comments section, you’ll see “please send all inquires to: ______ Correctional Facility”. I’m not kidding you!


I haven’t had the best luck with POF, honestly. I truly believe it’s filled with Plenty of Fakes. But I’m still on it in hopes that I’ll meet a decent person, at least worth going out on a date. I’ll admit though — the app can be wildly addicting because you get notified when someone “likes” you or “wants to meet you” or messages you.

Stay tuned for a future blog post about the type of questions you’ll asked when on POF.


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