>In order to make me feel better about my bland, pathetic love life, my best friend told me this story about our mutual friend, we’ll call her Brandy, and her recent foray into the online dating world via eHarmony.
After a few short digital exchanges, Brandy arranged to meet Mr. X for happy hour. Mr. X had told Brandy that he was a chef and from his online photos, she could tell he wasn’t exactly in the best of shape, but it didn’t dissuade her. When he showed up, he probably weighed 375 pounds. Apparently, this is the danger of only having headshots on a profile.
Regardless, Brandy proceeded with the date. She ordered a quesadilla and a glass of Pinot Grigio, while Mr. X proceeded to tell her that he was on disability for “psychiatric” reasons. Right there I would have excused myself and fled, but Brandy wanted to finish her drink. She also found out that he grows and sells pot. Apparently, disability doesn’t pay too well, but when she offered to split the tab, he refused.
Did I mention that he ate her quesadilla? I mean the appetizer she ordered, but didn’t have the chance to ingest. Get your mind out of the gutter. This is an eHarmony date not an OKCupid one!
The next day, Mr. X proceeded to text her incessantly. When she didn’t respond, he told her that she should at least do him the courtesy of telling him she wasn’t interested. She complied and he then put in a request to get reimbursed for the date.