Online Dating Sex in Chicago

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Spending too much time on Tinder, Bumble, or OkCupid will make any sane person yearn for simpler times. You know, like when singles met potential mates at corn husking bees or whatever. Dating apps have given us unprecedented access to every nut job, borderline sociopath, and bunny boiler in Chicago, and having a nightmarish experience has become some sort of twisted rite of passage.

But just how bad does online dating get? We asked a handful of Chicagoans to share their worst online dating stories, and we were not disappointed. After chatting for a couple of weeks, we decided to meet up at a bar. Everything was going really well, until he got a few drinks in him and he began telling me obviously fake or exaggerated stories about how wealthy and successful he is, which was a huge turnoff. It seemed he was desperate for me to A ask who this mystery girl was; B say nasty things about her in return.

I wanted to run back out the door, but he quickly grabbed my arm and steered me towards a group of guys. After 15 minutes of being ignored, I decided to leave. I stopped to bum a cigarette on my way out and overheard a group of older men who were smoking nearby talking about my date. What a fucking loser! He followed me to my car and got in, and despite my better judgement, I decided to just give him a ride home rather than stand there and make a scene. Although it was less than a mile to his apartment, I had to pull over twice to let him puke.

When he attempted to get out of my car, he fell over into the snow. While the idea of leaving him for dead in the snow was slightly tempting at that point, I helped him inside and got him to his room. I love you. I just wanted us to be a happy little family with a baby. We wound up going back to my place to watch a movie, which was really just background noise to our conversation. You know the type -- jumps around from topic to topic with little to no segue.

I got pissed off at work so I took a bunch of OxyContin and drank a fifth of vodka and passed out at my desk. She matched with a guy and -- noticing that we were mutual Facebook friends -- took a screenshot of his profile and texted it to me in order to get more info on him. After messaging back and forth for some time, she went silent and stopped responding.

We met, and our conversation was going well, although something seemed a bit 'off' about her. Then I started noticing a few oddities I finally bit the bullet decided to ask her about them. Tinder: same photos, same basic information Like with Question Guy. Question Guy was relentless throughout the meal. How tall are you? One of my first matches was a 26 year old military guy, who I met for drinks after work.

After answering around a dozen lightening-fast questions, I needed a break, so I decided to turn the tables. I went for the most generic first date question: I asked him what he did for a living. Strangely, I was met with complete silence. Hit man?!

Just a few words? Why would I share personal information with someone I just met?! In an attempt to make things less awkward, I changed the subject, and thankfully, our conversation started to flow a bit better for a short while. Do you think I was faking it?! How rude of you to think differently!!!

I whispered that he was making me uncomfortable, which only resulted in more ranting. Blessedly, the bill arrived and he demanded that I give him a card to pay half. I happily obliged, glad to just be getting the hell outta there. We ed our receipts in complete silence, and it was incredibly awkward. Then, out of nowhere he looked up seriously, this was the best part of the whole night We hit it off rather well, and eventually ended up meeting.

He was gorgeous, a total sweetheart, was very successful he worked in real estate -- a nugget which will become important later. Before we knew it, it was closing time, but it was clear that neither of us were ready to part ways. He hesitated before suggesting we go back to his place and watch a movie. And with that, it was decided: I was going home with Mr. According to the profile, she and Mr. Tinder dated for a few months -- in fact, they had been dating when I went on my date with him.

He charmed her in the exact same way that he had charmed me, going out of his way to push the relationship along quickly, getting very serious, very fast. She remained blissfully ignorant This caused Mr. Tinder to explode into a bizarre jealous rage so unhinged, she fled the apartment. After a few days, she tried to reach out in hopes of reconciling, but he responded by dumping her. She arranged to stop by his apartment on a certain day and time in order to pick up her belongings. She could tell he was home and was just playing games, so she jumped over the gate and knocked on his door He called the cops and claimed she was a stalker.

Unfortunately for him, she had saved the conversation in which he agreed to meet her in order to pick up her things and the police sided with her and escorted her inside to get her belongings -- much to his anger. I was just about to call At a random red light in the wrong neighborhood, she just opened the door and jumped out. No coat, wearing high heels, and it was maybe 10 degrees out and snow was everywhere. Big mistake. Things were fine at first, until we got to one bar and she found out that the guy sitting next to us was there because he'd gotten fired from his job.

This girl was maybe pounds, and the guy was double that. Honestly, we were all stunned. So I paid for his drinks and left to get a cab. Then, apparently she decided that she lived somewhere near my genitals, because she grabbed them and then climbed on top of me in the cab and started making out with me.

I didn't really know what to do because the whole thing was so weird, and I thought telling her to stop would be even more difficult to deal with I didn't want to be punch two so I just kind of let her do it, which felt So I said she could have the bed and I'd take the couch, and she said no to that, too.

I told her that we definitely weren't going to be sleeping in the same bed and suggested that she call her sister to get her address, and she finally agreed. However, she couldn't work her phone, so I asked her sister's name and flipped through the directory to find it, and then called the sister to get her address. I jumped out and yelled, "We're 20 minutes from your place, get back in! I finally caught up to her and threw my coat around her while we hailed another cab because the first driver just took off. We got another cab and I finally finally!

To be honest, conversation was pretty great initially. He had a good sense of humor through text messages, as we all do because we have ample time to think of something witty to reply with, and the next step was to see if it could progress in person. A few beers and an order of fried pickles over country music, that we both mutually hated, at Bub City seemed to seal the deal for a second date.

However, after a few dates things started to get weird. It became pretty clear that Brad was a compulsive liar. The reasoning behind why Brad felt the need to lie to me, over and over again, remains unclear. My response? Go enjoy! However, throughout dinner he was sending me pictures of oysters that his boss supposedly ordered, and a chocolate lava cake that they decided to cap off the fabulous work dinner with.

Both photos were quite obviously Google images. Not sure what part I was more pissed off about: the fact that he lied, or the fact that he must have thought I was unintelligent enough to not notice the differing backdrops and tablecloths in each photo.

I never confronted him about it, partially because it was too fucking funny that he took the time to scroll through Google images to find these pictures. Props to him for choosing the best looking lava cake, though.

One hour later, no show. Two hours later, still no show. No text. No call. Me, on the other hand? Downing mimosas faster than I thought humanly possible. One whole day and some odd amount of hours later, and I got a text. Resolving his warrant for his arrest. Fought him outside in the street?! At that point, I decided the date wasn't going anywhere because as a writer, I couldn't possibly see myself being with someone who didn't have a fairly basic grasp of the English language. Since there was no chance for a second date, I decided I was going to take a drink every single time she used that word.

We were on the date for about two hours and I wound up having six beers in that time. Not surprisingly, there was no second date. There was a huge line out the door and as we stood there, it became pretty apparent that she was totally wasted. I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to leave her there alone for some other sap, so I resolved to stick it out for a bit and make sure she got home, then never speak to her again. When we got into the bar, we ordered some food and sat at the bar watching a group of completely inebriated guys make pathetic attempts to hit on the female bartender.

They even came over and interrupted my date, asking if they could have some fries. I gave them some just so they would leave us alone. Mind you, the entire time, these guys were under the watchful eye of the bouncer, who appeared to be a few minutes away from throwing them out. Needless to say, one of the guys decided to get in her face. I moved quickly and asked the bar owner who knew me to transfer our tab and drinks over to a table at the other side of the bar.

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