aren't we having fun telling internet dating stories? seriously, i have about a million of them.
anyway, i was going through my "archives" (hi, i save EVERYTHING) and remembered this little gem:
about four years ago, when i was freshly back on the singles' scene, clueless and terrified, i put a personal up through salon.com.
(little note: it's still there. how sad is that?)
one of the first guys who contacted me seemed pretty amazing. he was funny, had a great writing style, good job, blah blah blah, but no picture. so through our email exchange, i asked why he hadn't posted a picture and if i could have one.
his reply was something like, "i don't have my picture posted because i don't like feeling superficial, and i don't like women who reply to me for superficial reasons. but i'd be happy to send you one."
and he did:
ding! ding! ding!
so of course i thought meeting him would be a good idea.
we agreed to speak on the phone as a first step.
and much to my delight, the phone conversation started off great. he was funny and smart and polite. and so yes, on that call, i agreed to meet him for coffee.
but then just before we were about to hang up, he said, "I Should Probably Tell You Something..."
is there a worse phrase?
..."and you probably won't want to meet me after i tell you."
oh look at that. there is.
"ooookaaay..." i said.
"that isn't actually me in the picture i sent you."
i don't remember now exactly what i said to that, but i believe it was something along the lines of, "no, it's probably better that we don't meet then. that makes me very uncomfortable."
because seriously, ick.
and that would be the end of the story, except he later sent me a picture of the "real" him asking if i would reconsider meeting him.
i said no.