POF #10
Posted by Rachel Scott on Monday, June 13, 2011
Under: The POF Experiment
I finally did it! I completed The POF Experiment! I went on ten dates with ten different losers that I met on a lame dating website, "Plenty of Fish". It only took me a year...
I met CT at The Empire State Building on a rainy Saturday afternoon. He had tickets for the Skyride at the Empire State Building, which was pretty fun. We were guided into a roller coaster-like ride that simulated an exciting guided tour of New York City. Since bad weather and zero visibility prevented us from enjoying the views from the observatory, we walked to a nearby pub for Sangria. We sat at the bar, facing a television that was showing a disturbing and violent MMA fight. Another TV showed a golf tournament and another played clips of people being trampled during The Running of The Bulls. All three options were completely unappealing, which meant that I needed to find something else to discuss.
I found myself manipulating the conversation, but not by choice. I tried to engage him in conversation. More than once, I said, "Let's talk about you!" He replied, "No, no. That's okay." It was pretty annoying. I didn't have much to say since I basically was having a conversation with myself.
It's unfortunate that my date had no style because he's a pretty good-looking guy. Behind the tapered jeans, white sneakers, Bart Simpson haircut, and cell-phone case clipped to his waistband, the guy had a very nice smile and pretty eyes. Though I wouldn't be surprised if he rocked a fanny pack once in a while, he had a pretty nice bod. He definitely hits the gym way more often than me.
After two glasses of sangria, I was imagining my date naked. Of course I would never go home with a bad dresser, but I did have dirty thoughts about him for some odd reason. It must have been the camel toe that drove my attention toward his package (thus the nickname CT). Anyway, we went our separate ways and a week or so later, he sent me a message (that included images of roses and a teddy bear) to inform me that he was leaving the website. The end.
The conclusion of the POF Experiment is 0 for 10. Although I didn't meet anyone that I cared to see again, I had some fun dates. So, I'm not sure I'm ready to close my account just yet. Nor am I rushing to set up date #11.
I met CT at The Empire State Building on a rainy Saturday afternoon. He had tickets for the Skyride at the Empire State Building, which was pretty fun. We were guided into a roller coaster-like ride that simulated an exciting guided tour of New York City. Since bad weather and zero visibility prevented us from enjoying the views from the observatory, we walked to a nearby pub for Sangria. We sat at the bar, facing a television that was showing a disturbing and violent MMA fight. Another TV showed a golf tournament and another played clips of people being trampled during The Running of The Bulls. All three options were completely unappealing, which meant that I needed to find something else to discuss.
I found myself manipulating the conversation, but not by choice. I tried to engage him in conversation. More than once, I said, "Let's talk about you!" He replied, "No, no. That's okay." It was pretty annoying. I didn't have much to say since I basically was having a conversation with myself.
It's unfortunate that my date had no style because he's a pretty good-looking guy. Behind the tapered jeans, white sneakers, Bart Simpson haircut, and cell-phone case clipped to his waistband, the guy had a very nice smile and pretty eyes. Though I wouldn't be surprised if he rocked a fanny pack once in a while, he had a pretty nice bod. He definitely hits the gym way more often than me.
After two glasses of sangria, I was imagining my date naked. Of course I would never go home with a bad dresser, but I did have dirty thoughts about him for some odd reason. It must have been the camel toe that drove my attention toward his package (thus the nickname CT). Anyway, we went our separate ways and a week or so later, he sent me a message (that included images of roses and a teddy bear) to inform me that he was leaving the website. The end.
The conclusion of the POF Experiment is 0 for 10. Although I didn't meet anyone that I cared to see again, I had some fun dates. So, I'm not sure I'm ready to close my account just yet. Nor am I rushing to set up date #11.
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