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Best Worst Date:
By Joan Baker
VendPinkChgo@yahoo.com

I have done online "meet and greets" since 1997. To me, meeting someone through the medium is not much different than a bar, but safer and generally easier to weed through the lines. Meeting someone in a bar for me nowadays at age 52, they are generally much younger or never get off a barstool. Not exactly the type I care to meet. With the advent of online "dating" one can exchange some mails, chat with instant messenger and then talk on the phone. Usually through those three contacts I have been able to see if it is someone I care to meet face to face. Too often many are not as they appear in type or phone, so easier to cut to the chase, meet in a safe, public place for coffee or a drink and in a short visit see if there is any chemistry and either decide whether it is someone I (or they) care to see again, or move on.

While interviewing a few years ago for a position in New Mexico I in chat had met someone locally and agreed to meet him for coffee at a nearby Starbucks. A tall very good looking man arrived, we realized it was who we were to meet and proceeded to introduce ourselves. The coffee was steaming but not as much as the short conversation. After the initial get to know each other, comments on whether we looked like the fuzzy pictures posted, he told me a bit about himself.

However, within 7 minutes he pulled out 2 photographs. I thinking it was of his children, since he had told me previously he had two. Instead the pictures were of his two Doberman dogs. He said, "What I am really looking for is a woman who would enjoy doing my dogs, and I could take pictures while she climaxes." Stunned, I set my coffee down, and told him that was clearly a detail of his life he had never mentioned in our previous conversations. I told him he had just met the wrong woman, stood and left my coffee on the table. It was the shortest date I had ever had. Telling friends about it later, they commented about a chat room that I had seen scroll by. Hadn't I ever realized that the room titled K-9 had nothing to do with training dogs to be obedient? Thankfully I now find that situation to be quite humorous. But I am always reminded that it is just type and often we never know who is behind the screen until one has the opportunity to safely see and talk to what is presented in type.

Best Worst Date That Ended Happily:
By Corinne Knapp

My date did not own a car! Should I have considered that strike one? I went to pick him up at the address he had given me. I arrived at his house dressed to be noticed, short sexy dress, high heels, lots of cleavage, only to be greeted by his mother! He lived with his parents. Not only that but he wasn't home! I sat and chatted with his parents, two brothers and a sister who also lived there, all of whom had moved home after divorces. I find out in idle conversation that my date is divorced, 28, and has a one year old who also lived with him.

My date finally shows up covered head to toe in paint. He had been working on painting a house. He had a job! This was the first encouraging part of the date. He proceeded to dress and we left on our date.

We arrived at the restaurant that my date had picked. It was a sub shop! OK, why am I dressed like this? We ate dinner and conversation was actually wonderful. We had a lot in common and there was lots of sexual chemistry too. As we ate, it began to rain. As we went to leave it became torrential. Being a gentleman, he went to get my car for me. When he pulled over to the curb, I stepped into the passenger side to let him drive. He preceded to pull out into traffic. I remember saying, "Hey there's a car!" right before the other car hit us. It totalled my car. Six teenagers climbed out of the other car and proceeded to empty lots of empty beer cans and bottles before the police could arrive. The police show up and after all of the information is taken, a paddy wagon shows up. I am thinking that they are going to arrest the kids for drunk driving, and for driving without their lights on in a torrential rain. BUT NO, they arrest my date because he doesn't have a drivers license! End of date. Stuck in the pouring rain, in sexy dress clothes, with a totalled car, no date and no way home. Luckily for him I gave him another chance because its now 23 years and 3 more kids later.