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Not long ago I had some household items to give away, so I started a thread on my favorite local group, which is part of a very large internet dating site. I posted my disguised but still understandable email and IM names in case anyone wanted to contact me with questions.
Before even a day passed the items found a new home; I posted a final message on the thread to let people know. Our board is extremely active, so within a few hours, that post dropped from the main page into archived obscurity.
Are we clear so far?
A week after the post archived itself, I received an IM from someone called “Joe” with a string of numbers following his name. Usually I don’t respond to IMs from people I don’t know, but this time I did. My unknown correspondent mentioned my beauty, offering up details of a (quite modest, really) picture I have posted on AFF of my torso clad in a spaghetti-strap cami. “Do I know you from AFF?” I asked, not entirely immune to compliments on my astounding gorgeousness, however random or undeserved.
“You don’t exactly know me,” he typed.
“Have we met?” This wasn’t, believe it or not, a euphemism for “fucked.” I keep careful records of these men. Really. In a spreadsheet.
“Not yet,” he responded, and he followed it up with the emoticon which looks like a laughing devil. He mentioned again the “hotttness” of my picture.
I inquired as to how he came into possession of my IM name. He danced around the issue for several replies while continuing to comment on my physical perfection. This tested my patience more than a little. But I was procrastinating with work, so I pressed on. He didn’t want to admit it, but it finally cam out that he’d come across it while combing through our groups’ archive. “Oh, are you a member of the group?” I asked him.
No, he answered. He was just looking around. And he came across my picture. My very hottt picture.
So let’s summarize. Man who is not a member of our happy little group begins perusal of archived posts, eventually finding a post with my far-more-hot-than-I’d-realized picture. And my IM. Which he used not to inquire about my household items, but instead to compliment me on my hotttness. Ohhhhhkay.
By the time my brain had gathered this information, my new correspondent was typing again. “I’d love to meet you,” he said. “I’d like to see if you’re as sexy as your picture.”
“I’m not,” I considered writing, but I tried another tack. “Joe,” I asked. “Did you happen to read my profile?”
“Yeah, it was hot, we have alot in common,” he wrote, and I am indeed quoting him exactly.
“Did you read the part where I wrote that I was happy with the relationships I’m in? And not currently looking for any new ones?”
There was a long pause. I surmised that he was reading my profile again, with more care this time. “Oh, I see that now.” I’ll note that the phrases in question are printed at the top of my profile. In large letters. In bold. Surrounded by stars.
“It’s not a problem,” I told him, and then began to extol the many virtues of participating in the local groups as a means to meeting awesome women.
But apparently he’d heard the only words he was interested in. “Hey, gotta go,” he typed, and as quickly as he’d arrived in my life he was gone.
I suppose after participating in that particular dating site for such a long time now, I shouldn’t be surprised by the actions of some of its members. But even after all this time, I can’t help but be slightly annoyed, annoyed and irritated and irked that someone would go to such lengths to get into contact with another human being and then act like such a fool.

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