Our Love Story – Part One – P.O.F
So if you’re not familiar with the abbreviation P.O.F stands for ‘plenty of fish‘ a dating website. Before you switch off, just think about how far we’ve come since this and bare with me…
My side of the tale :
It was my birthday weekend, the first one since my husband had left me and I was feeling quite blue. I must have been as my ex-boyfriend (pre meeting my husband) had been invited to my home. After 3 years with my husband, away from the perpetual unhealthy cycle my ex-boyfriend and I had been in for about 3 years prior to my meeting my husband, he was back on the scene. The phrase ‘desperate times, desperate measures’ comes to mind. Anyhow, he had come to visit and so had my friend. My friend split from her husband a few months before I did and had just had her divorce through recently and so had come to see me. She lived too far for day trips now and was staying over with me at the refuge where I lived.
Anyway, my ex-boyfriend and my friend after telling me all about how they both use P.O.F and go on lots of dates, decided to set me up with an account. I definitely wasn’t ready to date but thought it might be funny to join in and see what they were going on about. Once they had gone home, my ex-boyfriend later that night, and my friend the next day I started trawling through all the generic messages that I had been sent….
‘hey, how are you?’ ‘what are you doing on here? you’re gorgeous’ all that sort of spiel.
Somewhere on my profile I had mentioned being passionate about recycling, I don’t know why haha, it’s not that I’m not passionate about it, I am, but it’s not usually one of the first things people learn about me. Anyway, a message popped up from James, I will paraphrase as I can’t remember my password from all those years ago to find the exact wording…
‘hi, I was going to send you something witty and interesting about myself but thought I would recycle a message I sent someone else as I thought you would appreciate that more…..’ etc.
It made me laugh so I replied to him. His picture wasn’t unattractive, not my usual type as he had a shaved head and looked a little bit thuggish for me, but his eyes were so gorgeous, he drew me in. We chatted on the messenger service on P.O.F back and forth for a little while and for some reason I was brave enough to give him my skype details and we had a skype conversation.
I can’t remember much about the conversation aside from the fact that I made sure he could only see my face, I was in my pyjama’s late at night, and that at some point we ended up singing ‘Tribute’ by Tenacious D over the internet to each other…. I don’t know what the girl in the room next to me must’ve thought.
I think James hinted at meeting up at some point, but I was too scared… he had my full name from my skype address and the next day I closed my P.O.F account. I had my sensible head back on, I was in counselling and still awaiting my divorce, no time for dating, and especially not someone I met over the internet.
James’ side of the tale :
‘T’was a cold and dreary evening, having tapped a keg of the finest Manchester ale with an old war companion of mine, I settled back and proceeded to expound upon the intrigues of women, and why I seem to always find the needle in a veritable haystack of comely lasses.
Andy ‘sagely’ advised me of his supposed remedy to such troublesome woes, asserting that he had found a way to vet women prior to engaging in a round of nocturnal gymnastics, I was informed that this oracle was POF…..
Arguable as a former police officer who had received a rather large amount of money from a rather illegitimate source prior to hastily leaving said career to pursue life as a professional gambler, perhaps I should have questioned his reliability in matters of character, but by this time I was rather drunk and had agreed I would give it a shot.
I ended up messaging Alex on there the next day (I think?) as she was undeniably beautiful and talented whilst seemingly possessed of a sweet and loving nature for me to taint, and so I messaged her and ended up in a witty and enchanting conversation in which I dazzled her with my genius and minstrel-like musical ways until she was forced to disappear and have no intention of speaking to me again, or so I deduced when she kept refusing my facebook friend requests’