This was around 18 months ago, and he still messages me from time to time with a "hey," or my favourite, "I miss you." Met a guy who seemed to be decent.We went to see a movie, and he kept talking about my feet — how "beautiful and sexy" he thought they were. " Later, during the movie, he asked if he could suck on my toes. I excused myself to go to the restroom and just walked straight out the door and left him in the theater."I made a joke about how I hoped he didn’t 'murder me.' He took this to mean I was talking about rape and said he 'hoped I wasn’t a feminist' because 'men have it much worse' and went on a literal 15-minute rant about men’s rape statistics in prison.I made it clear that wasn’t what I had meant at all, and wanted to see if we could change the conversation to make it through the meal.I said, "Definitely not." A few minutes later he dropped something on the floor, and while retrieving it tried to put the toes of my crossed legs in his mouth. I met a guy on Ok Cupid, and we hit it off pretty well.After we hung out a few times, he came over to my place with a bottle of wine and a movie.
But seriously, sometimes things go so wrong—like endless date with a cringe-worthy guy wrong—that you can't help but wonder why you're on the app in the first place.A filmmaker with full sleeves from Happn told me about his underground fight club.One handsome DJ who slid into my Instagram DMs described, in detail, every single sad salad he ate for lunch that week.On a Tinder date, a comedian (that was my first mistake), gave me a 45 minute lecture on John Mayer, was offended when I tried to leave as the restaurant closed, then proceeded to tell me to “Have a nice life,” when I wouldn’t return to his home…then texted me for weeks afterwards.A handsome Hinge date prattled on about his gay soccer league and the bars they frequented, full of glory holes.