Yvette is a 29-year-old digital marketer who lives near Yonge and Dundas. She describes her style as “cosmic and street, with an edge,” and enjoys boxing, garage sales, vintage-hunting, and online shopping. “I’m pretty open to talking to anyone and everyone, which is why I think online dating works for me,” she says. “Except for the ‘finding the right man’ aspect of it.” Yvette met Jon on OkCupid.
One of my homegirls met a guy online. She’s part of that small percentage of couples that meet online and are tagging themselves in wedding photos on Facebook six months later. So I signed myself up, as did two of my single girlfriends.
I want someone who has a sense of humour, a good liver, appreciates good style, and is willing to watch horror flicks with me. Hours after I set up a dating profile, my inbox was flooded with all sorts of craziness. Jon was one of the first “normal” guys to send me a message. I checked his profile; he was into boxing, too, and he was cute. I gave him my phone number and, after a week of talking over the phone and text messaging, we decided to meet face to face. I was excited to meet my potential horror-movie-and-whisky cuddle buddy.
We had been talking about how I was into Taco Bell, and Jon asked if I was interested in getting some Fries Supreme with him. We set up a date to meet in the east end, at a Taco Bell in Scarborough. Not the most romantic spot, but at least it was public.
The attraction was there, that’s for sure. He was very handsome and had a great smile. The conversation also went well—we talked about boxing, fashion, music, and horror flicks, until I noticed him fiddling with his hand. Lo and behold, there was a ring on his wedding finger. I asked what it was and he stuttered trying to explain it. He said a few times that it wasn’t a wedding band, but eventually gave in and told me he was married. Not even separated! He was unabashedly looking for a piece on the side. I was not pleased.
Luckily, I eat like a champ and finished my tray of food as soon as I could. I smiled, said, “Nice meeting you,” and shook his hand. He looked at me with an “Is that all I get?” kind of face. Yes, that is all he got; I don’t break homes. Not only did he lie to me about being single, but he was also too stupid to take the ring off.
Only 10 minutes after saying goodbye, I received a text message from him. “See me again,” it read. I didn’t reply right away. I called one of my girls and asked her what to do. She asked me to tell her again what his name was. I told her, and she said, “No joke, he’s messaged me like three times today.” It turned out that Jon had texted her right before our date, and only a few minutes after I left him and his wedding ring at Taco Bell. Next!
Yvette rates her date (out of 10): 1
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