A Milestone Lie

My Very Worst Date happened when I was 18, after my friend set me up with a Plenty of Fish account. She was older and used it all the time, so I figured why not. Most of the guys on that site were perverted, but I really hit it off with this one guy. There was one problem: he was early 30s. But in the spirit on spontaneity I decided to go for it.
I bussed downtown, and met up with him at a busy corner. Right away I knew he was about 10 years older than he said, dressed like a homeless person, and had his picture on POF photoshopped to the extreme. The plan was to go for drinks, so I assumed he had it all planned. Wrong. We walked around for over an hour in the muggy heat, and I was wearing extremely uncomfortable high-heeled shoes.
We ended up at Milestones, where he ordered me a Bellini. After we ordered drinks, I said I had to go the washroom, I grabbed my purse, and ran down the street, and didn’t stop until I was safely on the bus home. I never heard from him again.


