He had written a long missive about his passion for football and annoyance with women who didn't understand (at the time, I hated football), and he claimed to be a devoted Christian and a staunch Conservative (I am neither of these and don't much enjoy hearing about either).I politely declined his request for a meeting, and this seemed to only egg him on.
Her pictures didn't show full frontal, but she basically came as close to all-out porn as she could without breaking the rules; mostly in costumes obviously meant to play on her heritage, and all of it with coy sexual captions about how her master likes her holes.
I glanced at the master's profile, saw his thoughts on feminism (the only time he gets in touch with his feminine side is to give it a firm spanking like the dirty little slut that it is), snorted, and moved on. This summer, I started flipping through photos of my old friend Molly that had been tagged on Facebook.
I came across one in particular, and I stared at it for a while, because I couldn't figure out why the man with his arm around her looked so familiar.
The caption said that Molly was his niece, and I eventually decided that it was pinging me strangely just because he looked like his brother, Molly's father, who was almost like a second dad to me when we were kids. It was a picture of the woman from the Ok Cupid sexytimes pictures.
I realized why Molly's uncle had looked so familiar: he was the proud anti-feminist who had wanted to get off on me having sex with his wife.
So now I'm in this weird place where I've seen mostly-naked very sexual pictures of my childhood friend's aunt dressed up like a Vietnamese prostitute I met him on Match, which I'd joined as an attempt to tiptoe back into dating after a very painful divorce.
He sent me a message saying my profile was intriguing and he would love a shot at meeting me.
I looked over his profile and quickly deduced that we weren't a match.
Holy shit: the internet is teeming with awesomely horrible people for you to date.