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Horror stories of internet dating

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It's far worse for men - just read their toe-curling tales about the dates from hell...

The next evening we went to a bar in our shared neighborhood where we asked each other about work and family and hometowns and hobbies, and he kissed me with full soft lips on my mouth and neck. The next day I left New York to return home for the holidays.Divorced with a grown-up son and daughter, he's been single for 15 years.I would prefer to be in a wonderful relationship, I truly would.Then he spent 20 minutes describing how bad one of his former online dates' vagina smelled. It was awful." "I met this sexy guy on Plenty Of Fish and he started asking me what shoe size I was and what color my toenails were painted. When we got to the party I told him I had to use the restroom and I'd meet up with him later.So I asked him if he had a foot fetish, and he was like, 'Any normal man wants his woman to have nice feet.' Then a couple days later he brought up my feet again, and I told him I just didn't see a future for us. Then I ran into some friends and was chatting with them and kind of lost track of time.Sunday was Valentine’s Day and leading up to it, we shared some super sweet stories from couples who met each other online.

Sadly, not every online date ends in a happily ever after — in fact, some end in, “see you never” and we have some truly awful first (and last) date stories for you.

I managed to squeeze out some crocodile tears so the officers wouldn't slap me with public indecency charges.

The lady officer told me to 'never let a man treat you that way again.'" "My first-ever OK Cupid date was an hour late for dinner, which in itself was a bad idea (first-date dinners are the worst). I blocked his number." "I immediately knew I wasn't attracted to him, but I invited him to a party I was going to just to be polite.

But while she was the lady of the manor, she wasn't the lady of my dreams.

She greeted me with a cigarette in one hand, mop in the other, no make-up, birds' nest hair and wearing an old brown T-shirt and trousers.

So I prepared myself with some liquid courage and dropped in for a drink at the bar where he worked (per his invitation, of course). I only felt mildly awkward – that giddy kind of awkward I think you’re supposed to feel when you care about connecting with someone new.