When I was 13 and new to the realm of internet dating and chat rooms of the 90s, I “met” a boy four states away. He was 19 and had a really cute profile picture. We would go on “online” dates since I was 13 and my parents never let me out of their sight…and he lived four states away. Anyways, fast forward three months later, my mom cut off my internet (and rightfully so) and I gave him my address naively before we got cut off. A week later, he “wrote” me a letter in psychopath handwriting about what a bitch his ex girlfriend was, randomly throwing in INSANE CLOWN POSSE FOREVER every few lines for good measure. Then he signed it by drawing a picture of a clown with fangs and enclosed a picture of himself wearing a clown shirt.
I’m pretty glad this wasn’t a real date!