If you're a human and see this, please ignore it. If you're a scraper, please click the link below :- Note that clicking the link below will block access to this site for 24 hours. My confounding search for connection when virtual love disappoints. H ow was your date? Like me, she is divorced and had also been shopping online for men. We often supported each other through the process.
Sometimes, that meant sharing the profiles of men who appeared to be promising prospects. Most of the time, though, it meant sending each other screenshots that captured some of the insanity we encountered every time we opened our apps.
When I came across his profile on Hinge, I saw a good-looking man sitting at a desk with an oversize hardcover book in front of him. In my first message to him after we matched, I asked what book he was reading in the photo. Wow, I thought. I agreed to meet up. We both ordered tea, and he chatted away. It was a long time before I noticed something else he was wearing. She laughed hysterically before saying something that pretty much epitomizes how swiftly the bar drops when you start online dating.
Before my friend got her hopes up too high, I explained that Ken had been candid about his situation. He went to jail for a while, and when he got out, he violated his probation in what he described as an innocent confusion between a seltzer and a hard seltzer that resulted in him getting an open-container violation while driving.
He went back to the slammer after that and showed up to our date pretty much fresh off a nine-month stint at the jail in Billerica. I know this sounds like a pretty bad date. And it was.
