So Fucked Up

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As mentioned last week, my anticipation was high. I had met a guy on the Internet from the east coast that I was anxiously anticipating a face-to-face meeting. His picture on the Internet, even though it doesn't show his entire face, revealed a stunning body and a beautiful set of lips.  Our telephone conversations had been intense and full of sensuality. 

And now I had just buzzed him in and he was standing in front of me...

He was wearing a doo-rag, a baseball cap, an oversized gray jogging suit, and a cheap pair of pimped out Ron Isley/Mr. Biggs glasses (see picture). He had a goatee and moustache, but his lips didn't look as soft an as supple as the picture he had on the Internet.  A picture, I might add, that only showed his body from his bottom lip to his torso.  He also looked a lot older than the 32 years that he claimed to be.

But I invited him in anyway. I offered him something to drink and we sat in my living room making small talk before he made it clear that he wanted to get busy.  He put his hand on my leg and then started playing with my chest through the fitted shirt that I was wearing. 

He motioned for me to take off my shirt--which kind of annoyed me a bit.  He could see my goods--I deliberately wore a tight shirt--but I couldn't see the form of his body through the loose fitted outfit that he was wearing.  But I compromised and took of my shirt.

He went for my nipples like a heat seeking missile to a fire.  And wouldn't you know the first thing that he did when he got to my nipple was to bite it.  I absolutely cannot stand when a guy does that.  So I pulled away and asked him not to do that again.  He actually looked at me sideways and seemed put off.  But he went back to licking my chest.

Next he asked, Can I turn off one of these lights?  I told him no.  Then he asked, Why not?  Which I thought was a bit rude.  I thought, It's my house, and I said no, I don't need to explain why.  I told him that I didn't like sex in the dark.  And while that is partially true, the reality was that he wasn't about to take his clothes off with me in the dark.  I wanted to see ALL OF HIM.

He seemed upset and bothered that I wouldn't turn the light off.  So I decided to just get things over with and get him to take that jogging suit top off so that I could see that beautiful yummy torso that I had seen online and been lusting after for the the past week.

He removed the top and underneath he had on a tank top.  Before he removed the tank top I realized something.  The man sitting before me was not the man in the photo.  I looked at the bottom lip: it didn't match.  I eyed his stomach: the man before me had a little tummy.  I compared the chests: the man in the pic had pointy nipples, this guy's nipples didn't really stick out.  This joker had posted a fake picture.

I was livid.  What was so messed up however, was that in person, his body wasn't bad.  Sure it wasn't as nice as the guy in the picture--but if had sent a picture of the real him, I probably would have been interested.  But instead he presented a younger, slightly better shaped man. I couldn't believe he didn't think I would notice.   

Oh yeah, and when I compared dicks--the JOKER's dick was significantly smaller than the man in the picture.  I was ready to go.  Or I should say I was ready for him to go.  He went to suck my dick and I asked him to wait.  In an annoyed tone he said, Wait for what?  I replied, Until I get a little more comfortable. I was really thinking about what my next step was going to be.  I was pretty sure that I didn't want to have sex with him.

But he made up my mind for me.  He jumped up and said, I can't do this.  You have too many issues.

I sat up straight and asked, What did you say?  He responded, It's all good. I asked, Did you just say that I have too many issues?

He said, Yeah, you have too many restrictions and limits.  You need to work on your issues.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  I quickly snapped back, For real? I guess I just have issues with people who post fake pictures.

He didn't even deny it.  He simply repeated himself, It's all good. To which I said, No, it really isn't.  The guy in the fake picture was all good.

He hopped into his clothes and as he walked out of my apartment door he said, I'll holla at you later.  I said, Not if I can help it.  And when he got half way down the hall I screamed, And why don't you work on updating that picture.

Not only did he have a fake picture, but he tried to clown me because I wouldn't do what he wanted to do.  How is he going to get mad at me, and he wasn't honest about his true appearance.  I swear, people on the Internet are so fucked up.

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Comments

[Boogie]

Like someone posted earlier, I'm all for you getting your freak on, but maybe you should meet these jokers at an alternative spot just in case things don't vibe right, as in the case with "The Joker" ;)

[Ricky]

That is really fucked up Bernard. He tried to project his bullshit onto you when he was the one who really had the issues.

[summer]

i hate it when people use therapy talk for evil.

[chase]

curious why you dont meet them in a public place first....i would be nervous as hell having someone i didnt already spend some time with coming up in my house, and then they have a fake pic too, thats the worst.

[Brian]

Don't just limit it to people that are online. Everbody's fucked up. Everybody lies.

[TJ]

What is wrong with internet folk??? I confronted a guy last week for stealing my pic...and he had the nerve to say I was nuts!

[mysta3]

Awww...sory to hear that Bernard..:-)

[Paco]

damn that sux