The Young Pretender
Apr 5, 2013, 4:47 AM
A guy messages me and unlocks all pics. He's 6 ft, blonde, looks like a Ralph Lauren model (albeit more rugged/muscular). He's an American med student at the same college I study at, and he lives relatively nearby. We hit it off, and have a similar sense of humour. YP has hit the jackpot, it seems. We arrange to meet in his town.
It's 7:30 pm and dark. I am waiting at the designated meeting spot. I receive a text that tells me he'd need a few extra minutes as he takes longer to get ready and "isn't as handsome as me." I think to myself, "Those pics were pretty damn good. I am no prize pig, though not ugly, so what's his deal." He texts that he's just about to cross. I look over and thing..."Oh God."
He's easily 90 pounds heavier than his pic. His pic looked to be 180-190, typical for a muscular 6 foot guy with a decent frame. The pic didn't have a 6 pack, but he was normal/healthy. The guy I met was 280+ and balding. I am 10 pounds (190) heavier than the pic I use. Mea culpa. I was immediately turned off, more from the outrageous enormity of the lie than physically. And he arrived soaked in sweat after a 5 minute walk.:rolleyes: I know this happens all too often with manhunt and similar sites, but it was a first for me.
I had brought some beer, as the plan was watch a movie at his place. We end up going for a walk along the Brisbane river. He needs to rest. As an aside: the 20s really seem to be when the wheat is separated from the chaff physically for men. Some men seem to carry on drinking/eating like they're 19, and they suffer for it. Other take care of themselves and profit. I don't see this in the women around me nearly as much.
He offers to find some dark back street and drink there. Ugh. So I let him crack open a bottle, but don't partake. This just seems utterly without class and tempting of fate in Brisbane where police are omnipresent revenue generators. We talk. We leave. We're discussing being out/PDA's. He asks "Is this too much?" and proceeds to hold my hand. I answer in the affirmative. I don't do PDA's with men OR woman, and I hate putting on a show. I was also thinking, "I met you 30 minutes ago, and you have come to disgust me in multiple ways. No way."
Then we proceed to a local secluded park. Again, I am thrilled. /sarcasm While I am happy not to be at his place, I am annoyed to be brought to a park for a low level tryst. His jokes/chat went way beyond ribald banter into a bombardment of sleaze. I will freely admit that if I found him attractive or even inoffensive, such a bombardment would have been unnecessary at best, and certainly not unwelcome. :oh:
Seemingly intent to turn me off physically as well as mentally, he knows that I am bi, but insists on referring to me as gay. Bi erasure from someone spouting tolerance makes me :mad::disgust:. He commented on the lack of eye contact (I had enacted every posture of body language to indicate "NO F'ING WAY") as being "adorable" and asked me if I was closeted. I said only to my family in NY. To my other bases in the UK and Australia, I am out and loud. Mentally, I was screaming, "You know that I know that your pics were grossly misleading. That flat stomach is now a huge pot belly, your golden locks of yesteryear are half-gone (major bald spot), and you can't even buy clothes that do you justice. Instead, you look like an overstuffed sausage in too small a casing." When I go out on man-dates or even just have a beer with friends, I am normally highly engaged (ie eye contact, demonstrative body language, etc). The initial shock plus the continuous sexual suggestion/hitting on me in the face of clear verbal and physical indications to the contrary of such suggestions shut me down in a manner surprising even to me. In the meantime, he was doing those idiotic "tricks" used by the Pick-Up Artist/PUA community such as touch, moving in slowly closer, etc to build a subconscious rapport. Each time he managed to position himself closer or make an excuse to stand back pained him (ie tower over me), I knew consciously what he was doing, and it didn't help. :/ Of course if his back did pain him, what a wreck at 25. Needs to rest after 1/10th of a mile WALK, arrives drenched in sweat, back problems etc.
Finally, I contrive to end this as swiftly and gracefully as possible. He "joked" that I was a "tease." He knew that I didn't do hook-ups, and preferred sex to be on better terms. Trust me, at no point last night did I ever lead him on. I really loved when he groped my chest and expressed how much he wanted me as his last "foray" for the night. :banghead:
On the positive, I did gain some insight into what the PUA community (or rather my shameless friends who've read the books) calls the "icy bitch exterior" adopted by many young women in nightclubs/bars/similar venues. I thought, "So this is how it feels to have some fuck who can't take a hint and makes himself unattractive as possible annoy you for a night."
It's 7:30 pm and dark. I am waiting at the designated meeting spot. I receive a text that tells me he'd need a few extra minutes as he takes longer to get ready and "isn't as handsome as me." I think to myself, "Those pics were pretty damn good. I am no prize pig, though not ugly, so what's his deal." He texts that he's just about to cross. I look over and thing..."Oh God."
He's easily 90 pounds heavier than his pic. His pic looked to be 180-190, typical for a muscular 6 foot guy with a decent frame. The pic didn't have a 6 pack, but he was normal/healthy. The guy I met was 280+ and balding. I am 10 pounds (190) heavier than the pic I use. Mea culpa. I was immediately turned off, more from the outrageous enormity of the lie than physically. And he arrived soaked in sweat after a 5 minute walk.:rolleyes: I know this happens all too often with manhunt and similar sites, but it was a first for me.
I had brought some beer, as the plan was watch a movie at his place. We end up going for a walk along the Brisbane river. He needs to rest. As an aside: the 20s really seem to be when the wheat is separated from the chaff physically for men. Some men seem to carry on drinking/eating like they're 19, and they suffer for it. Other take care of themselves and profit. I don't see this in the women around me nearly as much.
He offers to find some dark back street and drink there. Ugh. So I let him crack open a bottle, but don't partake. This just seems utterly without class and tempting of fate in Brisbane where police are omnipresent revenue generators. We talk. We leave. We're discussing being out/PDA's. He asks "Is this too much?" and proceeds to hold my hand. I answer in the affirmative. I don't do PDA's with men OR woman, and I hate putting on a show. I was also thinking, "I met you 30 minutes ago, and you have come to disgust me in multiple ways. No way."
Then we proceed to a local secluded park. Again, I am thrilled. /sarcasm While I am happy not to be at his place, I am annoyed to be brought to a park for a low level tryst. His jokes/chat went way beyond ribald banter into a bombardment of sleaze. I will freely admit that if I found him attractive or even inoffensive, such a bombardment would have been unnecessary at best, and certainly not unwelcome. :oh:
Seemingly intent to turn me off physically as well as mentally, he knows that I am bi, but insists on referring to me as gay. Bi erasure from someone spouting tolerance makes me :mad::disgust:. He commented on the lack of eye contact (I had enacted every posture of body language to indicate "NO F'ING WAY") as being "adorable" and asked me if I was closeted. I said only to my family in NY. To my other bases in the UK and Australia, I am out and loud. Mentally, I was screaming, "You know that I know that your pics were grossly misleading. That flat stomach is now a huge pot belly, your golden locks of yesteryear are half-gone (major bald spot), and you can't even buy clothes that do you justice. Instead, you look like an overstuffed sausage in too small a casing." When I go out on man-dates or even just have a beer with friends, I am normally highly engaged (ie eye contact, demonstrative body language, etc). The initial shock plus the continuous sexual suggestion/hitting on me in the face of clear verbal and physical indications to the contrary of such suggestions shut me down in a manner surprising even to me. In the meantime, he was doing those idiotic "tricks" used by the Pick-Up Artist/PUA community such as touch, moving in slowly closer, etc to build a subconscious rapport. Each time he managed to position himself closer or make an excuse to stand back pained him (ie tower over me), I knew consciously what he was doing, and it didn't help. :/ Of course if his back did pain him, what a wreck at 25. Needs to rest after 1/10th of a mile WALK, arrives drenched in sweat, back problems etc.
Finally, I contrive to end this as swiftly and gracefully as possible. He "joked" that I was a "tease." He knew that I didn't do hook-ups, and preferred sex to be on better terms. Trust me, at no point last night did I ever lead him on. I really loved when he groped my chest and expressed how much he wanted me as his last "foray" for the night. :banghead:
On the positive, I did gain some insight into what the PUA community (or rather my shameless friends who've read the books) calls the "icy bitch exterior" adopted by many young women in nightclubs/bars/similar venues. I thought, "So this is how it feels to have some fuck who can't take a hint and makes himself unattractive as possible annoy you for a night."