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I was just out of a long relationship and I thought I'd give online dating a try. I put a profile up and subsequently received a message from Brad. It was intelligent, inquisitive, respectful, and well-written. I wrote him back, and he asked me out.
We had originally planned to do dinner, but on my way to our meeting place, he called and said, "Change of plans: how would you feel about meeting at 162 Feldspar Street?"
I asked, "What's there?"
He asked, "Are you coming or not?"
I replied, "If you tell me what's there."
"Meet me there," he said, and hung up.
I texted him, "I'm not going there unless you tell me what's there."
I pulled over to the side of the road and gave him five minutes to contact me. He didn't, and so I headed home. Then, he called.
"Are you almost here?"
I replied, "What's at 162 Feldspar?"
He sighed and said, "Fine. Let's just do dinner. Meet you there." He hung up again.
I was pretty hungry by that point and I made it to the restaurant. He showed up a couple of minutes later. I asked him, "What was at 162 Feldspar, anyway?"
He said, "I'll tell you once we're inside." Once we were seated, he said, "My friend's throwing a big party at 162 Feldspar, but you obviously hate fun, so here we are at this stupid restaurant."
I was stunned. I said, "If you had just told me it was a party, I would've been down for it. You never answered my questions as to what was there."
He said, "You would've gone? Really?"
I replied, "Yeah. If you had told me."
He stood up and said, "Then let's go!"
I said, "I'm not going, now. You just said that I hate fun and that being out with me was stupid. You think I'd want to go to a party with you?"
He said, "But I'll think you're fun and cool and awesome if you come with me to the party."
I replied, "That's the thing, though: whether we go to the party or not, I won't think that you're any of those things. We planned to go on a date, and then you insult me when we go forward with the plans we both made?"
He said, "You're not making any sense. I'm going to the party. You coming?"
He left, and I went home. Late that night, he texted me a photo. It was blurry and looked like a picture of people's feet. The text that accompanied it read, "Look at me making out with this girl. Best party ever!" I didn't respond.
He sent me another picture, one that looked like it was taken while pointed into a flashlight. The text read, "I'm making out with another girl now. YEAH." I also ignored that one.
The next day, he texted me three times, variants on the phrase, "Hey, get my texts last night? I had a great time."
I didn't respond to any of his messages, and I think he finally understood that I wasn't interested in replying.
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