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Spending too much time on Tinder, Bumble, or Ok Cupid will make any sane person yearn for simpler times.You know, like when singles met potential mates at corn husking bees or whatever.
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.I went for the most generic first date question: I asked him what he did for a living. "There was another long silence, and then he began his first tirade of the night: ’I don’t want to tell you too much. 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.All smiles, I said, ’It’s a good thing I told you to be open at the beginning; we’ve had fun! outburst number two: "I was cowering, highly embarrassed because he was making such a scene in public.One said, ‘That scumbag Chris somehow managed to get a pretty girl like that, and then leaves her standing there. 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.I could tell he was annoyed that I wasn’t falling all over him after hearing his bragging.
"Visibly frustrated, he decided to inform me that his ex-girlfriend knew me, and that when she found out we were going on a date, she’d called me a whore.
I got pissed off at work so I took a bunch of Oxy Contin and drank a fifth of vodka and passed out at my desk.
I’ve been in the psych ward for the last week and just got out this morning, right around the time I messaged you,’ she answered, as if it was no big deal." “My best friend is a wedding photographer and after shooting several weddings where the couple met on Tinder, she was inspired to sign up for an account.
It seemed he was desperate for me to A) ask who this mystery girl was; B) say nasty things about her in return.
I got the sense that he was trying to instigate some sort of catfight to feed his ego, and I wasn’t going to play into it, so I changed the subject.
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. We asked a handful of Chicagoans to share their worst online dating stories, and we were not disappointed.