When they date online, there’s a tiny, tiny, hook in those tiny, tiny fish lips. So pretend it’s a piercing when you kiss.
Súil Dubh, you crack me up.
Wanna meet up for some pizza?
Absolutely.
Between you, Lucretia, shantih, Anaamika, and me there’s one piece of that pizza left - and it’s mine.
I don’t care about the van in West Virginnia. I’ll bring my swag. You guys can have dolphin and anchovy fights in the shower to battle out the rest of the sleeping arrangements.
I really appreciate all the support that everyone’s shown me, and I’m very glad you all like me even though I live in a van.
I actually have another horrible dating story, but I don’t want to share it because it would be really embarrassing, and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.
We probably like you because you live in a van, Súil Dubh.
There’s no vanity in that. At least from the description of the bathroom.
And anything that’s embarrassing is always believed. Humiliating takes a bit more convincing.
OK, I’ll spill the beans.
I was once on a date with an A-list Hollywood actor. The fact that an absolutely normal guy like me could go on a date with someone like that is obviously the unbelievable part.
The believable part was how bad the date was.
I mean, he was a nice enough guy to talk to. But neither of us were gay, so the dinner was very stilted and awkward. Longest two hours of my life. And the sex afterwards was completely terrible.
You are a bad bad boy. 
You’re going to have quite the harem here at the dope if you’re not careful.
I think you have ‘unbelievable’ and ‘believable’ confused; and did you have pizza?
Don’t feel stupid, just get off POF if you are looking for actual dates instead of sex hook ups. If that’s what you are looking for then go for it, just be careful.
Believe me, I’ve seen my ex-husband’s POF acct - I can guarantee you he doesn’t have a Master’s degree, that picture is from his wedding, and that kid he is calling his nephew is actually his son. 