You’ve Got Male
When AOL’s Instant Messenger first became popular, I met a man who shared my enthusiasm for the Dallas Cowboys. We talked for weeks via IM and subsequently had numerous phone conversations. When we finally agreed to meet at popular restaurant and bar, I contemplated running out the emergency exit when I barely recognized him from his profile pic, which was evidently ancient. He claimed to be over six-feet tall and 200 pounds. Tall myself, height was an important issue to me, so his five-foot-five, 400 pound stature was a deal breaker.
His picture featured a younger man with a full head of hair, but the real version had a long, greasy ponytail and not much on top. Barely making it through our meal, I cringed when he tried to kiss me. He called me that evening and I planned to blow him off. But while we were talking he told me to “hold on a minute.” Despite his attempts to muffle the receiver, I heard a woman grilling him as to who was on the phone with. He kept saying “It’s Roger, I’ll be off in a minute.” Realizing this guy was married and lying made it all the more creepy.
