It was a match.
The brown-haired, brown-eyed guy with a nice smile and a great job as a mental healthcare worker had 'liked' me on a dating app. On his profile, he had photos with his family dog, images of him on holiday with his loved ones and a bio that read: "looking for someone to get to know."
Based on the little information I had, I naively assumed that I knew what he was looking for and the type of person he was. I felt comfortable. In my mind, things were looking up.
*Phone vibrates*
A message already? Surely this is a good sign! I opened the notification and his first message proudly popped up on the screen. "Hey".
Well, that's a good enough start, I figured. I began our chat with a pretty innocuous question, something like "how was your day?"
His immediate reply did not address my question.
"Like being strapped to a bed? That's my profession," he said. Followed by: "Are your legs like an Oreo? Cus I wanna split them apart and eat the good stuff in the middle. Let's f*** hard."
When I replied saying I didn't think we were looking for similar things and "all the best", I was met with some good old fashioned rejection abuse. I had hurt his ego.
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