Sometimes you find love in the place you least expect it—and sometimes, you find something even more horrifying. Check out this insane submission from the true, anonymous Dating Dispatch blog, called “The Writing’s on the Wall.”
So I am walking, enjoying an early evening on Hawthorne. A cute guy is sitting on a bus bench, nods, gives the “what’s up?”, line. I stop and we chit chat. He’s pretty cute, and we start having an intense convo. Love, life, freedom- all in a span of 5 minutes. We are hitting it off! Imagine my luck. We come to the epiphany that in this world, you gotta not care what people think to make it. He proclaims, “I don’t care what people think!”, stands up, puts his hand down the back of his pants, and starts to dig around. I watch horrified as he pulls out a hand full of shit, walks over to the Hawthorne Theater and smears it down the side. Then I realize he’s tripping balls! Without further comment, I stand up and walk really fast across the street. I hear him yelling, “Piglet! Piglet! Oh my piglet, come back” He then starts walking after me. I run into the grocery store and tell customer service. They actually lock the sliding doors, and I leave after a half hour.
I don’t know, people… I’m thinking she should give this guy another chance! Do YOU have a true dating story you’d like to share anonymously with the world? Submit it to the PORTLAND DATING DISPATCH—where everything is written in internet letters, not shit.
