The Jerk

Like Dos Equis, this is not a story about a date.  The next couple of posts will be about some close encounters. Close encounters of the weird kind.

I logged onto the dating site to check out my recent messages and winks. All of a sudden a window floated down from the top of the screen. Another user wanted to have an instant message conversation with me. 

Personally, I like to check out a person's profile before any kind of contact so we don't waste each other's time. That's the beauty of sending a message or wink- I can make a decision to move forward at my own leisure. With a random IM from a stranger, I feel rushed to decide if this person is a good match or not. I can either ignore them while I check out their profile or I can respond, then look at their profile, and decide if that was a good idea.

In this particular case, the window with the IM invite showed a photo of a cute guy so I decided I'd talk first and look later. As we talked, I browsed his profile. The conversation was kind of odd.  He asked me if I was looking for a relationship.

Well, I'd like to think that people who paid to join a dating website are looking for a serious relationship. Although this was not my main goal for joining, I know that if someone comes along and sweeps me off my feet, I'm certainly not going to fight it. I believe that if something's meant to happen, it will happen. So I told him I signed up with the intention of meeting someone I could possibly have a future with. He told me his intentions depended upon the person. "Friends, friends with benefits, something casual, something serious... I'll know it when I see her."

I didn't like that answer. It didn't matter because as I looked at his profile I realized that I wouldn't be interested in dating this guy anyway.  He wasn't a good match for me.  I told him I had to go and it was nice talking with him.  I signed off.

The next day I noticed that he sent me a wink. I clicked the link that read, "Not interested? Send a polite 'no thanks.'"  That should've been the end, but it wasn't.

He sent me a message. An angry message.

"Does it look like I give a fuck about you?" he wrote.

Wow, a bit sensitive I see.  I see some anger management classes in your future.  Too bad I don't have time for jerks.