Yeah, those are notably creepy...
Mine were in, uh... about 1998, 99, when I would've been, uhm... 19, 20... I put an ad on some personals site. I'd been dating a guy who was 28, so I said specifically that I was looking in the 18-30 range. I stated clearly that responses by people over 30 would be ignored no matter what, so the would-be poster would be better off saving the time to reply and looking elsewhere. If you think that worked... well, I assumed it wouldn't, and I was right. Very right.
I got about 7 responses total. 6 of them were from guys not over 30... but over 50! And all but one of those assured me that, if I gave them a chance, I could be really happy. They all gave off chicken-hawk vibes, but one in particular, I still laugh about. One of his comments was, quote, "My only hang-up is that I like to watch hot videos. I have a large collection of hot videos." (Eww, eww, eww! It sounds like a guy trying to explain porn to a little kid! Run away, RUN AWAY!!) If I remember right, he was also the only one who didn't take "no" and kept trying "Are you sure? Because..."
The one of the 7 that wasn't creepy, we chatted amiably a bit. He was an upwardly-mobile professional 60-something, still surprisingly good-looking, and he was looking for an upwardly-mobile, professional younger guy. I was NOT the sort he was after, but he was friendly.
The one guy in my age range agreed to meet me where I worked one day. Now, I still lived at home - still do - and I don't drive. This guy was driven there by his mom. That didn't faze me. What did was that: (a) he had the basement-dweller vibe. Shy and quiet, almost in a beaten-flat way, extremely overweight for his size, dirty clothes, pizza face... and he said in a very flat-toned way that his mom was giving him only five minutes. Poor guy talked and acted as though his mom ruled with an iron fist, and when five minutes were up, he RAN out to the car and it raced away. Poor, poor guy. Seemed to be looking for a way out, and I'm sorry I wasn't that way out, but I really wasn't.
Mine were in, uh... about 1998, 99, when I would've been, uhm... 19, 20... I put an ad on some personals site. I'd been dating a guy who was 28, so I said specifically that I was looking in the 18-30 range. I stated clearly that responses by people over 30 would be ignored no matter what, so the would-be poster would be better off saving the time to reply and looking elsewhere. If you think that worked... well, I assumed it wouldn't, and I was right. Very right.
I got about 7 responses total. 6 of them were from guys not over 30... but over 50! And all but one of those assured me that, if I gave them a chance, I could be really happy. They all gave off chicken-hawk vibes, but one in particular, I still laugh about. One of his comments was, quote, "My only hang-up is that I like to watch hot videos. I have a large collection of hot videos." (Eww, eww, eww! It sounds like a guy trying to explain porn to a little kid! Run away, RUN AWAY!!) If I remember right, he was also the only one who didn't take "no" and kept trying "Are you sure? Because..."
The one of the 7 that wasn't creepy, we chatted amiably a bit. He was an upwardly-mobile professional 60-something, still surprisingly good-looking, and he was looking for an upwardly-mobile, professional younger guy. I was NOT the sort he was after, but he was friendly.
The one guy in my age range agreed to meet me where I worked one day. Now, I still lived at home - still do - and I don't drive. This guy was driven there by his mom. That didn't faze me. What did was that: (a) he had the basement-dweller vibe. Shy and quiet, almost in a beaten-flat way, extremely overweight for his size, dirty clothes, pizza face... and he said in a very flat-toned way that his mom was giving him only five minutes. Poor guy talked and acted as though his mom ruled with an iron fist, and when five minutes were up, he RAN out to the car and it raced away. Poor, poor guy. Seemed to be looking for a way out, and I'm sorry I wasn't that way out, but I really wasn't.
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