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!


[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?


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.


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?


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.


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: Mr. Emerald City

App used: Tinder

1st Date: 13th Street Pub and Grill

Status: No 2nd Date

I’ve been to Seattle once, and I haven’t met anyone originally from there. [ Insert Mr. Emerald City.]

This weather encourages me to explore these dating apps even more. Not because I’m desperate for a date (umm, no), but because I’m entertaining my boredom due to this thing called cabin fever.

Around the start of the (first) snowmageddon, I went on Tinder to kill my boredom vibes. I ended up matching with Mr. Emerald City.

  • Tall? Yes. Really tall, actually
  • Smart? On paper, yes.
  • Good bio? Sure. It let me know he likes yoga and dancing

After matching,  I got the standard introductory message I hope you’re having a lovely evening.

Hmm, OK. Let me pause here for a sec.

This sweet and oh-so-nice message is the honey. There may be moments where a man means to send a genuine messages with adjectives like lovely and wonderful. I’m learning that not all honey is sweet.


After the usual back and forth banter, we exchanged numbers. What I appreciate about Mr. Emerald City was his eagerness to talk & initiate meeting– unlike those time wasters I’ve interacted with in the past.

Our schedules allowed for us to meet the following Monday after matching. The place chosen was 13th Street Pub and Grill.

Yes, a new place to feature for my blog!  I thought.

He told me it’s his usual spot and a place where he frequents.

Note to self.

Monday morning comes around, and he surprised me with a friendly hope you’re having a good morning text message. Hmm — that’s different. Haven’t received one of this type of messages in a long time. In years past, it’s usually been from someone I’m seriously getting to know.

I’ll admit — I do enjoy receiving sweet nothings like that: seeing how my day is going; good morning texts. Hmm, will my dating in the BOI take a turn for the better? Only time will tell.

It’s 8:30pm and time for our date. I get to 13th Street a little late, and walked around looking for Mr. Emerald City. He texted me earlier saying how he’s in the corner sitting at a table. The Pub isn’t the largest pub, and you’ll notice someone sitting alone. After walking around and coming up short, I eventually asked the waitress if someone was waiting alone.

The waitress looks at me somewhat perplexed, and answers with no, no one is sitting alone.

Dammit, was I stood up? 

I grabbed my phone to confirm he said 13th Street Pub. I mean, I’d look like a fool if we were to meet someplace else. After confirming, I sent him a text hey I’m here.

No more than 5 seconds later, I looked down and saw an incoming call from Mr. Emerald City. I picked up and he apologized profusely and said he got confused where we were to meet and how his day was so crazy.

Hmm, I bet he was worried I’d leave. He should of been.

Like he told me on the phone, he made it to 13th Street Pub in 5 minutes. I decided to wait for him near the fire pit. If you haven’t been to 13th Street Pub, it has this beautiful fire pit in the patio. It’s perfect for this winter weather.

While waiting for Mr. Emerald City, I snapped some photos (of course!), and checked my ‘gram. It was a way for me to keep distracted from those first date jitters. Believe it or not, I still get those!

With what seemed like forever, I was greeted by this extremely tall man with a Colgate smile. I couldn’t help but to say to myself damn he is tall.  

If you couldn’t tell from my other previous posts, height is a weakness of mine.

Mr. Emerald City  was wearing a beanie (a piece of clothing I never really cared for because , well, who the hell wears them in Florida?!), a fitted jacket, and some adidas. In addition to his height,  I also noticed his ridiculously green and bright eyes.

I tried my BEST to refrain from being shy. I tend to get that way initially on a 1st date. I eventually get more comfortable as time goes on.

Once he sat down, we ordered drinks &  eased into our conversation.  Mr. Emerald City was engaged, made me laugh, and asked me questions giving me the impression he wanted to get to know me.

After 2 hours passed and the bill was paid, Mr. Emerald City said hey, I’m having a good time & I don’t want the evening to end; want to listen to music at  my place?.

Let me pause — again.

This isn’t my first time at the dating rodeo.   I’m not in college where I go to my crush’s dorm room, watch a movie, and accidentally fall asleep. I’m talking to someone I matched with on Tinder. What do you think “let’s go to my place” means?

What do you think I did?

I’ll keep you all in suspense.

I’ll say this. All that sweet talking ended. I haven’t heard from him since.

Does it matter? I’m not sure. Boise is small, and I know I’ll see him again. Especially when he shared some of his interested and how they overlap with mine.

As I’m writing this blog, I can’t help but to laugh. Laughing because these dating experiences are moments which highlight my single life here in the BOI. Sometimes, you’ll experience this whole bait & switch effect. The person will attract you with some sweetness (this goes both ways, male and female) and  willing  to show some genuine interest. But it may not last after the 1st date, depending on how it ends.


No word from him. I was attracted to him and all, but something was missing. Maybe it was that lackluster kiss towards the end of the night. I don’t know. But I’m confident there’ll be a time where I’ll run into him. And when I do, it’ll be a quick hello (with confidence) and a slow goodbye. No time for small talk.

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