Confessions of an online dating Chat roomsxxx
For thou shalt worship no other god; for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.(Exodus ) Below is an anonymous PI Girl’s testimony of how she was negatively affected by a guy she met through a well-known dating app who “claimed” he was a believer, yet treated her poorly.Of course, I told myself, it was just “social dating”—just something to help me relax a bit. My entire life was now spent dating, or on the computer, arranging the next date. I began to lie—told work I had been sick, told my family and friends I was swamped with work. There were times I woke up and I couldn’t remember whom I had gone out with the previous night, nor whom I was supposed to meet that night. I even stopped going on second and third dates, except in rare cases. Although PI doesn’t support dating apps, we’re not saying people can’t meet their potential husband online—however, girls, make sure you’re over 18 if you are dating, and if you’re living at home, make sure your parents approve of you going out with someone if he’s not connected to you directly through friends or family.
“About three months into the relationship, I started to realize that things were different. I had never worked harder for something, and that was a problem in and of itself.
And I could no longer rely on just first names—there were scores of Robs, and Daves, and Mikes, and Johns, and Steves and Jeffs. The thrill of the new was more addictive than the comfort of continuity. And its not like I’m posting pictures of my ass all over the place (just my tits) or making racist or fat people comments.
I had to make up nicknames for all of them, and designed a spreadsheet with relevant details of each to keep track of it all. And meanwhile, the dating continued, worse than ever. I’d meet guys who never posted pictures, who were in the country for a week, who didn’t know the difference between their, there, and they’re, who voted for Bush. I discovered that on CL I just had to be thin to get responses. I’d take down my ads, I’d tell people I was taking a ‘break’ from dating, I’d arrange to see the same guy several times just to keep me from going on new dates. Except, you know, when they deserve it, the fat fucks….
I took down all my ads, asked a friend to change the passwords on my e-mail accounts and (sob) cancelled DSL.
And slowly, with each day that passed, I regained some semblance of normalcy. There are times I click on M4W and then I think—do I want to date, or do I want to live? So, now, when I really, REALLY need to post, I turn to Rn R. Just to blow off some steam, on occasion, just socially you know.