Webdate Excuses Only a Child Molesting Priest Would Believe

Webdate Excuses Only a Child Molesting Priest Would Believe

If you over-dabble on the web or phone apps like I used to do, sooner or later, more often than not, it happens to you (or maybe you’re one of the perpetrators of the evil): you’re done with the dirty talk (“You’re hot,” “No, you’re hotter”), are down to the negotiations, or even past them, and waiting for the guy to show up at your door. Some of them don’t even bother to let you know that they’re not coming.  But for those that do, either 15 minutes before or after they were supposed to be in your bed, and after that “clean as a whistle” shower you really didn’t need, or worse, after that 50 mg. of Viagra meal so you would be up and at it, here are my top website “sorry – can’t make it” excuses:

“Sorry, I didn’t tell you. I don’t have a car.” You live in South Florida or some other suburban sprawl and can’t afford a car? Are you also missing your right ball? You think anywhere in the world is a bicycle ride away from the Alibi (Lauderdale’s most popular bar)? Or do you have so many DWI’s you’ll see your license in the next life?

“Someone stole my bike (scooter) (wheelchair) (walker with wheels).” See above.

“My car’s in the shop. Can you come here?” Your car couldn’t break down the day before or after our date? Odd, ain’t it? “Here” is usually at least 30 miles away. More likely, he’s too lazy to drive to your place. He just wants to you walk in, do him, and leave.

“My very closest childhood friend just took ill,” or “A close friend of mine in (fill in the city at least a thousand miles way) suddenly died.” Even better: “My whore sister just OD’ed on heroin and I have to fly back though I haven’t spoken to her in five years.” I was in the bathhouses the week my father was laid out, so you’re talking to the wrong person.

“My boss just called. I have to go in to work.” You mean you have one of those low end minimum wage jobs where you can’t even predict your schedule an hour in advance?

“I got hurt today at the gym.” You mean you got hurt earlier that afternoon by a fuck gone bad. You were hanging off the bed when he was plowing you, there was too much lube up your ass, and you slipped off.

“I think I’m coming down with the flu.” (“swine flu,” “bubonic plague,” “Ebola virus” – you fill in the disease of the month). Enough said. That’s why God created Alka-Seltzer.

“I don’t know if I’ll be in the mood for sex when you come.” Excuse me? Are you going through male menopause and you lied about your age in your profile? (Perish the thought!) Or have all those steroids you’ve been taking finally shrunk your nuts to the size of peas?

“Some out-of-town friends just called and they want me to meet them for drinks.” Or if he’s vacationing, “My friends want to go shopping.” You’re passing up dick for chitchat or some new rag?!? Your homo license has just been revoked. What’s the point of being a homosexual if you don’t “homo” when you have opportunity??

“I really dig you but I burned both my hands in an accident last night and I won’t be able to play for a few weeks. But I’ll put you on my buddy list!” What, were you doing meth and grabbed the pipe from your fuck buddy the wrong way? And as far as the buddy list goes, don’t waste the keystrokes – it’s like being put on one of those “abandoned bank accounts” lists.

“I’d love to connect tonight but it’s gotta be after my favorite show ‘(Fill it in).” What, too poor to record it? These are the same ones who absolutely need porn running while you’re down on them. Hey, I’m supposed to be your porn, remember?

“Sure, I’ll come over, but can I spend the night? I just got into town. I’m 45 years old, I don’t have a car, don’t have a job, and don’t have a place to stay.” Sure – duh?

Then there’s the situation where you don’t have a place (lover, wife, mother are in the way), and you say that in all your profile shit (“You must have place. I can’t host.”), and you’ve gone on with the guy back and forth with enough dirty e-mails to impeach a President, when he suddenly wakes up out of his alcoholic/meth/crack stupor, and says, “gee, but I live with my mother.” God bless the blind!

And my all time webdate excuse winner (and I did not make this one up, folks): “I’d love you to fuck me tonight but I don’t have a place, don’t have a car, can’t travel, and can only fuck if I’m high but I don’t have the drugs.” Huh?

So what do you do when this happens to you?

(a) Play with yourself; (b) go to xtube and play with yourself; (c) go to pornmd and play with yourself; (d) flip back and forth from one to the other til Peter’s happy; (e) see if a fuck buddy is available for a quickie; (f) see if you can line up some lonely fuck on the web last minute and take a hit of meth to get in a fantasy mode; (g) gather all those quarters you get as change from a ten dollar bill when you play amateur alcoholic in the bars on Saturday nights and hit the local sex club or bath house and hope for the best; (h) take a sedative or strong drink to deaden your Viagra high; (i) promise Peter you’ll take care of him with your first Woody of the morning.

But, please, don’t waste your time sending off a tirade to the guy who fucked you before you block him, that is, if he hasn’t blocked you first.

Remember, he’s already brain dead.


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