Parked
I joined a dating site recently, got talking to a guy who admired my piercings and music taste. He had a picture up on his profile, but it was blurry and he had his chin up so I couldn’t really see his face properly. That should have sent alarm bells ringing, but I thought it was just because he was doing a Thrasher pose with a guitar. He texted me all day, asked to meet in a local shopping street, so I agreed (in public, daylight, etc). I put on a summer dress, heels, made sure I smelt nice (it was a real hot day) and went into town.
I wish I had never bothered.
I was waiting there, when this overweight (in the guy’s profile pics, he looked a lot slimmer), scruffy guy came lumbering up to me–not looking at my face but at my breasts (note: he did this constantly throughout our short time together). He came over to hug me and I swear that he smelt like a combination of shit and stale sweat. Seriously, this guy reeked and I nearly gagged. His shirt was also stained with God knows what. The worst part is, this guy stated on his profile that his match had to smell nice.
Not wanting to be rude, I suggested that we go to a park and sit on the bench. Big mistake. He put his hand on my leg and kept on asking about my nursing course (all while staring at my legs, then breasts). I moved away from him and put my arms by my side to buffer him, but he was persistent and rested his arm behind me. I decided there and then that this was enough, so I confronted him about his profile picture–turns out it was an old picture of him. I got up to go to the toilet and ring my friend to plan an escape. When I came back. Oh God, when I came back, he was sitting there. With an obvious hard-on.
I walked off and ignored his cries of asking me how to get back to the station (he didn’t know the area well), wishing for a shower.
