Online dating a good idea? Think again...

 This story is completely true, only names have been changed to protect the [not so] innocent.


Ok, so I decided to date a guy from an online dating site. I've only had 2 boyfriends (one of which I was married to for years) in my life, so didn't know how to get back in the dating scene, really. This guy seemed like a complete fucking nerd, but I was thinking maybe this is what I need...32, a pediatrician, lived in downtown Chicago and acted like a real gentleman. We meet at this fancy restaurant in Chicago. Again, complete gentlemen, treats me to lunch and we parted our ways with a hug...nothing frisky from this guy. So far, so good.

For the next few weeks, we constantly chat, text, talk, etc. and he sounds so legit, except, he's super busy being a doctor and all - mind you, I've been in the medical field for quite some time, so it tripped me out how fucking busy he was. The next time we go out, he takes me to dinner, after that, he asks me to go see his house. It was fucking immaculate! I mean, I was living in a big ass house at the time too but this house was the shit. 3 stories, downtown, awesome art ...total bachelor pad. We make out a bit and I leave soon after because he has to go back to work...

As things are moving along with the relationship, he keeps telling me that we should get massages together because he got them every few days. I felt a tad weird like is he getting happy endings, yet he sounded so sweet and innocent. But being a woman I had to ask what was up. He said, "Don't worry. I actually get them from this big Chinese dude, and you can get one from him too so you don't think I'm being a sicko." I was like, "Ok cool, sometime for sure."

We go to dinner one night and he asks if I'd ever consider fucking a guy in the ass. I was thinking this dude is totally wasted but I know a few dudes that like their ass played with sometimes. So I'm like, "Yea maybe I dunno." Maybe in the future if that's what a guy wants. Awkward, but whatever. Past that, we hang out again and I start having this weird feeling. He did all kinds of sweet shit - dinner, flowers (though I think those are lame), but never expected anything but a kiss in return. Sweet right? So as my horniness is building up, I'm thinking I'm ready to seal the deal...I didn't let him know, but I think he could sense it.

He asked me one day, "I know you're busy with school/work but I really want to take you someplace special." I'm like, "Ok, where?" He said, "Ohhh, this place is nice. It's this huge suite, with a pool (seriously it had a slide in the room) a jacuzzi, AND we can get our own massages then finish with lunch in the room." He said, "I know you're shy, so you don't have to do anything just come have fun with me." I'm like, "Fuck ya, I'm down! This nerd has no balls to pull anything anyway."

We meet at this place around Noon. It looked cool as fuck, like high-class cabins. I walk in the door and there's, no fucking shit, one of those sex swings hanging from the ceiling. I immediately got pissed, in fact, I cried because I was just barely getting out of a divorce and I thought this dumb fuck was trying to just fuck me. I'm telling you, there were mirrors on every wall, ceiling and floor. Total sex lair. It even had a vibrating bed! I end up freaking out and leaving. He starts crying like I didn't know this place was like this (mind you, later on, my friend told me there's no way he couldn't have known about it because it's a well known place in Chicago). It's called the Sybaris...look it up.

Anyway, I leave in disgust and he apologizes non-stop for about 2 weeks, asking me to give him another chance. I give in and say ok. We go to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant (still quite a gentleman), go back to his place, dry hump a bit, and I leave. Days go by, and we continue talking thru Skype and he starts saying he's falling in love with me, blah, blah, blah...

All the sudden something clicked off in my head. I dont know what it is, but since he worked at one of the well-known hospitals in Chicago, I decided to Google his name. A few articles come up about his achievements as a doctor but one really caught my eye...he was married like 5 months prior. Seriously, it was in the newspaper...big deal! So again, I freak out. He then tells me he doesn't love her, it was spur of the moment bullshit. I was like, "WTF, you had me in your house?!" He's like, "Ya, she doesn't live here anymore she just used me." Little did he know, I seen she was a doctor too, so why would she be using his ass? Mother fucker.

He cries for me to believe him and a month later, I go out with him AGAIN...this time, for a hike. On the hike, he professes his love and says he never met anyone like me...but still is really busy being an overworked doctor. I couldn't take it and left. I go home and search his email this time (don't ask). The first thing that comes up is this ad called "rentmen.com".

This ad comes that reads, "Hot and ready to receive. Loves being bottom in-calls or out-calls". I call him immediately where he professes he is a male prostitute as well as a pediatric doctor. I said, "WTF?!" He tells me all the massages he got were from other guys drilling him in the ass. Are you fucking kidding me?!

I basically said, "Fuck you fag (I can say that because have tons of gay friends, but none that want this pussy) and never to contact me again!" He actually has the balls to say, "Ok, but can you fulfill one wish?" I say, "What?" for curiosity purposes, and he says, "I lied about my wife too. She lives here. I want to drug her one night and have sex in the bed right next to her. Are you down?"

I immediately found out her email at the hospital she worked at, and snitched. I snitched so hard.

My question was, why did he do that other than blatantly being a narcissistic fag? I will never forget that, and laugh because it was one of the most challenging moments in my life. And of course I said no to having sex with his ass next to his drugged out wife. Weird? Yes. Crazy? Fuck yes.

Just another crazy episode in my life.