Horse and Carriage
A few years ago, before I met the man who is now my husband, I was 21 and looking for a good time, and I got into the whole online dating scene. However, I wasn’t looking for marriage, or even a commitment of any kind. I just wanted one thing. I’ll let you guess what that is.
Anyway, so on an adult website, I ended up meeting this guy. We exchanged a few emails through the site, and after a few days, swapped IM information. We IM-ed for a couple weeks, and finally exchanged numbers. He sent me his picture. He was cute. I sent him mine. He liked what he saw. Finally, we decided to meet, but rather than do a real “date”, we decided to just cut to the chase. Why not? He was after the same thing I was. Or so I thought.
We agreed to meet and he was even hotter in person than he was in his picture. He was a sergeant in the Army, and had a great body. He was a few years older than me (in his mid to late 20s), but that was no big deal. At least he didn’t lie about it. We went to his apartment. It was clean, nothing out of the ordinary and in not a bad apartment complex. Nice furniture, but not too nice. Nothing fancy. We had sex, talk for awhile and then he took me home. He was nice, articulate, intelligent without being condescending or pretentious, we had good chemistry, but again, I wasn’t looking for a commitment. I figured I may or may not hear from him, but I didn’t really care.
Couple days later, I signed in to check my email, and see if anyone was on Messenger. I saw he was online. I knew he knew I was online, but I didn’t message him. I’m not a pushy girl. I figured if the guy wanted to talk to me, he will. If he didn’t, fine and I walk away. No chasing after him. No need to worry in this case. A few minutes later, I got an IM from him.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hey,” I responded.
“I had a good time the other night.”
“Thanks,” I answered. “So did I.”
“You’re very cute.”
“You’re not so bad yourself. 
”
“I have a proposition for you.” He said.
Uh-oh. I started thinking: please don’t ruin this, please don’t ruin this, please.
“K” I replied.
“You want to get married?”
Crap.
“We just met. Why would you ask me that?” I responded after recovering slightly from my initial shock.
“If we got married, I would get extra money for marrying you, we could get a nice place, and you could have whatever you want. We wouldn’t even have to be committed to each other. You could still have sex with whoever you wanted, and so would I. I’d give you your freedom, you’d have financial security for the rest of your life, medical coverage, and I’d take you with me wherever I got stationed. You wouldn’t even have to work. What do you say?”
Um. Seriously? A loveless marriage? Definitely not anything that sounds even remotely appealing to me. “I’ll think about it,” I finally answered.
I never talked to him again. He tried IM-ing me a couple times after that, but I put him on ignore. That was just too creepy for me.
