We have all met people from the personals; if not, get a crack in! And we all have had a first "get acquainted meeting" that went bad... lets share and have some laughs, no bad mouthing the poor folks, lets just spread the fun.
Frankly, I have had way too many  but one sticks out... I met him for dinner and he talked non stop from the moment he walked in until I shut my car door and drove away. His mouth went constantly to the point all I was doing was bobbing my head up and down for 2-1/2 hours, when I got home my ears were literally ringing, you know the hollow sound you get after a concert?
Another time, the guy and his car smelled like that "old people" smell! He was also frail looking and took me to a really bad cafe that he thought was great, of which I just couldn't figure out why. Then, he proceeded to tell me of how he owned a VW Beadle in high school and the guys used to tease him by picking it up and moving it! And hold on...... when he took me back to my car he wanted to kiss me good bye but he had "bleeding gums!!" I am serious, I just cringed. Poor man, he just had no clue he was a walking turn off.
Oh I can't stop now........ another man I met in a very nice book store in the cafe, he showed up in overalls, torn t-shirt and a garden hat and unkept beard, his cloths were not clean and he literally walked from gardening to lunch! And to think I took an hour on my hair and macup! 
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RomanticLibra106
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Jul 4 @ 7:52AM
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Those were terrible dates alright, but I have soooooooooo many I'd be cut off for lack of space  So I'll only write about a few here. I could write a book on "Internet Dates from Hell".
There was the guy who looked like a HUGE blond John Goodman who had no pic. (What can I say I was naive then but as we know even having a pic doesn't mean it's a recent pic or THEIR pic). Anyway I went to pick him up at the Amtrak station after work. I said to myself 'pleeezzzzzzzz don't let that be HIM' looking at a man in dirty, wrinkled, baggy clothes that just hung on him. He came over to my car and opened the door. I had a Toyota Tercel at the time so he had to sit pretty close to me. When he said hi, the teeth he had left in his mouth were black and green.  Worse than that, he REEKED of body odor. I wanted to vomit. He smelled THAT bad. His hair was greasy of course with about three days of stubble on his face. Here I had taken my usual amount of time to shower, do my hair and makeup and smelled great. The second thing he said to me after hi was "the smell of your hair is making me nuts!" I almost told him "it's called SHAMPOO! You should try some!" To make a long story short, he had the NERVE to ask me if I had a blanket in my trunk.  I knew what he was getting at and hadn't made ONE overture towards even holding this idiot's hand let alone anything more. I played dumb and replied, "what do I need THAT for?" He said, "I want to f you on the beach". I was ANGRY but by this time we were about 7 miles from the train station on our way to dinner. I told him if he EVER brought up sex again, I'd leave him there. He said, "okay okay" and then proceeded to mention it again as we neared the beach's pier. I said, "What do those yellow and black ATV's parked over there SAY on them?!" He said, "Old Orchard Beach Police". I said, "VERY good! Now what do you think they DO with those?" He said, "ummmmm patrol the beach?" I said, "yes! Now first of all I have NO intention of sleeping with you on the beach or anywhere else. Get it?! And I am perfectly serious when I say if you mention this EVER again, I will leave you here."
So we start to walk up the pier's ramp and there are two clean, gorgeous guys walking down. I am about four or five people ahead of him by now walking quickly. They think I'm alone. The one stopped and said, "Hi Cutie! How are YOU?!" I was just about to dig in my purse for my business card, but got strong armed by the a'hole date from hell. That blew that one. So after dinner I left him off at the Amtrak station. He asked when he could see me again I told him how about never. Six months later he messaged me on Yahoo Messenger under another nickname. I had NO idea who he was. He told me he had found out where I lived by doing a reverse on my phone # and told me he was coming to my apt. the following Friday night after work and he was going to f' my brains out all weekend and I had no say. That he had waited longer for me than he had ANY woman. I told him if he came here, I'd have him arrested. No response. He showed up the next night at 1:15 AM banging on my kitchen window!!!!!!!!! I called the cops on him. Apparently he had taken the last train (11 PM) from Boston to come see me and got here at 1 AM - a 15 min. walk to my apt. and bingo there he was! I called 911 - the police told him to leave. SCARY!
Another one said he was mediterranean and he was black. Again no pic.
BIG red flag, ladies, even a BAD pic is better than NO pic. I do NOT date a guy without a pic anymore.
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LivinProof
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Jul 4 @ 8:05AM
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WOW......... this reminds me of a situation another friend of mine had with a guy she dated for 3 months. When he got wierd on her she broke off with him and he wouldn't take no for an answer and he did the same crazy things over and over again, it was scary and I was really scared for her, he was nuts.
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RomanticLibra106
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Jul 4 @ 8:10AM
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Oh and btw I have a new # that does NOT give my address if you do a reverse on my phone # and the only reason he HAD my # is that one of my rules is that I talk to a guy on the phone before I date him. (Apparently that doesn't help toooooo much but at least they can't deceive you saying they're AMERICAN when they're foreign and looking for a green card. That has happened to me too. The guy said he was white and he was asian. (See livinproof's other blog from yesterday for THAT goodie).
Another liar - how about the guy who said he was divorced. We went to dinner and all he did was move his head around like a chicken with his head cut off nervously. He asked if I could read the license plate on the SUV that was right outside our dining window in the parking lot waiting for a parking space and I said yes and read it to him. He replied, "OMG! That's my ex-wife's best friend and her husband!" I said, 'well she's your EX, right? So who cares!" He said, "we're business partners still for financial reasons and I don't want her to know I am going out with anyone. She's terrible that way." I thought, hmmmmmmmmm something stinks here. The next day I'm not even in a chatroom on Yahoo Messenger and a man messages me from the SAME city in Mass. as this guy was from!!!!!!!!!! What are the odds of that??!! Then he tells me he is a member of the Elks Lodge there. (Even stranger to bring THAT up). I type "I know someone in your lodge. He's the CHAPLAIN there." He said, "Ohhhhhhhh yes I saw him a few nights ago with his WIFE." I pretended to be surprised and said, "you mean his EX wife". He wrote back, "no his WIFE! They live together." He gave me the guy's business name which he wouldn't; the phone # there; his home # and address; his wife's first name. All I had was a cell # and he said the reason for that was that he was 'never home to get calls on his land phone anyway' and 'he had to deal with his EX-wife at work and didn't want any complications as he was trying to buy her out and didn't want to make her angry thinking he had been cheating on her during their marriage. Yeah right. Well ladies when a guy won't give you his home phone # OR his business # and he's the OWNER, run don't walk to the nearest exit. HE'S MARRIED! Of course I called him on the business # immediately and told him everything I knew. I told him if he EVER contacted me again I would call those #s until his wife answered. The bozo had the NERVE to message me a year later and tell me that he never stopped thinking about me - that he still wanted me and that his wife would never know. He might be married but he wasn't 'dead'. I told him I was calling his wife immediately. Of course I never got her on the phone unfortunately and yes he's still on Yahoo Messenger looking.
Lots and lots and lots of liars out there and the only good thing I can say about it is it gives us stories to tell.
Will I be GLAD when Mr. Right shows up and I can stop this nonsense. Most of the time I wish I had stayed home and I often do now. Any even SLIGHTLY red flags and I refuse the date.
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RomanticLibra106
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Jul 4 @ 8:34AM
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Two more deceptive dates from hell.
Right after the last married jerk three summers ago I meet ANOTHER guy on Yahoo Messenger from Mass. This one works as the Manager of an Applebee's there. They change his hours like crazy. Restaurant business so that's not unusual. He's nice looking; sweet; VERY romantic and we get along great. I wind up going with him for FOUR MONTHS. I am head over heels in love with this one. He tells me he loves ME too. Then I get an e-mail from him telling me he can't live a lie anymore - he's MARRIED and living with his wife who he 'hates' and the only reason he's staying with her is for their two small children. He claims she told him she would never let him see them if he ever left her. He goes on to say he 'really loves me' and would leave her in a heartbeat for me if it weren't for the children. He still wants to continue seeing me and will live with her 'in name only' and never touch her ever again. To please not break it off. Color me ANGRY, BETRAYED, LIED TO and devastated.
Last summer I met a guy on this site who said he was a 'chef' and lived in a 'condo' outside of Boston. Since he is 'so close to work and everything' and the 'subways are so good' he has no need of a car so that was his excuse for not having one. I pick him up at the Amtrak station. This one is clean and decent looking. But this time I took my gf and upstairs neighbor at the time on the date with me just in case I wasn't comfortable with him for some reason. You should have seen his face drop when he saw her! I looked into his eyes as I said hello and decided I did NOT feel comfortable with him for some undefinable reason. (I already had it worked out that if I didn't feel comfortable with him alone for our lunch date that I would say to my gf, "you're diabetic and I bet you haven't eaten anything today. I know you. You're coming to lunch with us!" if I felt uncomfortable with him. She came with us. Turns out he is insulin dependant diabetic which in itself didn't bother me but he saw others drinking beer with their chinese buffet lunch and shook like a leaf. DEFINITELY ALCOHOLIC IN WITHDRAWAL. He kept going into the bathroom and shooting himself with insulin (at least that's what he SAID he was doing). Then after lunch my gf decides to bail on me when we got back near the Amtrak station, but it's a full HOUR before the train comes.  She gets out of the car saying she has to go to the pharmacy but of course is walking home to our apt. building not wanting him to know where we lived. He then asks me if I know a 'secluded park' where we can be 'alone'. He THEN tells me he is on disability because he's paranoid-schizophrenic!!!!!!!!!!!! He's an alcoholic and lives in a halfway house and not a condo. He works three days a week as a short order cook in a DINER. Now I have nothing against a person working as a short order cook in a diner - it's the rest of this that is scaring me and the fact that he LIED about EVERYTHING!
I took him for a short 1/2 hour ride around and around and around and took him back to the Amtrak station a half hour early. He asked, 'what about US'??????? I told him there WAS no 'us'. He called me the minute he got home and told me he couldn't wait to see me again. I told him I never wanted to see him again. He replied, "you're not ditching me TOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Are you going to force me to go drinking tonight with my buddy - get kicked out of my halfway house and wind up homeless???????!!!!!!!!" I told him to do what he felt he had to do. It wasn't my fault. I hung up the phone of course. I never heard from the jerk again.
Pick your worst liar of the bunch if you can. It makes MY head spin.
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LivinProof
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Jul 4 @ 8:47AM
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Okay Ms Libra....... if men are coming to meet you via Amtrack, just have them call a cab and get to the resturant by themself and if you don't like them for some reason just leave and he can call a cab to get back to the station. Mark my words dear, I am COUNTING on you to do this!
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Ramjet222
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Jul 4 @ 9:51AM
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WOW Libra...I thought I had some stories...
but U are doing much better than me
now U know why I don't date anymore ...not sure U should either
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Nightowl001
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Jul 4 @ 1:43PM
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Well... I'm not sure I'd call it a "date." It was more like a "meet."
I had exchanged a few e-mails with a lady over a course of a couple months, and I was going to be close to the city where she lives one weekend (visiting my half-sister). She said she was having a garage sale that weekend, and she would love for me to stop by. So I did. Her son was there too.
While I was there, this guy came up on a motor scooter. (It was a garage sale, after all.) He said the scooter was something he'd bought for his son, but his son never rode it so he was looking to sell it. They got to talking, and it turned out they had gone to the same college, a couple of years apart. He'd played for the football team and she was a big booster (another red flag for me, since I am pretty much completely uninterested in watching 22 behemoths in some brutal ballet fight for control of a piece of inflated pigskin and a patch of green). He says more than once, "I live right over here," and said, "Here, let me give you my card." (Out running around on a motor scooter, t-shirt, shorts, sandals, ball cap on backwards, and he has business cards on him?!?) And of course, not having gone to that school, I'm feeling rather like a third wheel during the 20 minutes or so this conversation is going on.
Shortly after he left, she started talking about her and her son going to help her sister, and I said, "And what would you like me to do, young lady?" She said they would help her sister, and then grab a bite to eat, and it would probably be a couple of hours. I got the pointed exclusion of being involved in grabbing a bite to eat, so I said I would take my leave at that point.
Now, for this meet I was dressed as is my usual style. Nothing particularly special. I looked pretty much exactly like I do in my main profile picture. Boots, dress jeans, button-down shirt, jacket. And as several people pointed out to me, "She was having a garage sale." And I understand that. But she was wearing a polo shirt, denim shorts and crocs. Had the meeting gone well and I had asked if we could make it dinner, where could I have taken her? And believe it or not, I had made a point in a couple of my e-mails that yes, I have certain expectations of how people should be dressed when they are out in public. I told her that those profiles that say they're a "t-shirt and jeans kinda gal" i "kinda" pass on by. You can have a garage sale in a blouse and slacks.
Again, just hitting the highlights, after I returned home the next day (I stayed in the town my daughter and grandchildren were in that night) She had already sent me an e-mail, highly critical of things that she said I had conveniently forgotten to mention about myself in my previous e-mails to her, one of which being that I'm a smoker. Now, I KNOW my profile says I'm going to quit, but haven't yet. She said my pictures didn't reflect how "cowboy" I was. (That one made me laugh. It is not unusual to walk into my local cafe and see guys with their hats on, chaps and spurs, sitting at the counter. I am NOT "cowboy.") And, she said she wasn't sure her "metro" style would mesh with all that.
Anyway, I started to write a reply to defend myself, but then I said, "You know, I have a feeling I may just be wasting our time. I felt you definitely had more chemistry with the guy on the scooter than with me anyway, so lets just say there was no 'spark' and let it go." That, incidentally, was the ONLY mention I made of him in any way, shape or form.
The next morning, there was a long e-mail from here, which I had not been expecting. She said she had not been going to reply to me, but slept on her "decision." She then said my comment about the guy on the scooter "smacked of jelousy." (Yeah, the college graduate who berated me elsewhere for my lack of formal education misspelled jealousy.) and launched into how the school she had gone to had a huge football tradition, said she was "thrilled to even meet the guy" (apparently as opposed to how she felt about meeting me) and ended up saying she didn't think she wanted to hear from me again.
So now we both have a story to tell about bad internet dating experiences! 
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Nightowl001
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Jul 4 @ 1:46PM
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Of course, mine doesn't hold a candle to Libra's war stories!... lol..
I'm surprised you haven't completely sworn off dating, Libra.
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