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Let's resurrect this thread. I went on a date once with a half-Irish girl, back in the days before Tinder. She was at least 20 pounds over what her profile said and her picture was taken from a very flattering angle. However, she swore like a sailor and had a lot of good stories to tell, so I had a good time but felt no attraction. After a couple of hours I went to pay the bill for our cups of coffee (this was also before online feminism was a thing), and when I came back to the table she was stuffing the spoons from the table and the saucers from the cups into her purse. So I asked her to please not steal so obviously, to which she rolled her eyes and said "Fiiiiiine...". She put back the spoons and saucers, though. Outside, she called a cab and asked me to join her. I declined politely and went in for a friendly hug goodbye. She went in for a kiss, I turned my head away and it was all very awkward. My next date from that site couldn't stop talking about this army helicopter pilot she had met on a road trip and how much FUN they had had all the time and now he wasn't returning her calls. I went home and deleted my profile after that one.
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