Well, things progressed. I agreed to meet Pound Town Todd. We had some great convos (in the Tinder app) and was looking forward to a night out. But let me give you a quick play-by-play of the messages sent leading up to our date.
Him: What are you interested in sexually?
Me: I’ll tell you later, I’m not writing them out! 💁🏼♀️
Him: I need to know if I should prepare my furry suit.
Me: omg
Him: Lol why is NO ONE interested? I paid all this money!
Me: I can’t tell if you are joking or not. Good for that community, it just isn’t my thing.
Him: Lol You’ll just have to find out in person
So we firmed up the plans to meet the next night at 8pm. We picked a place close to my neighborhood as he wanted to make sure I felt comfortable and on my turf/terms. Good, right?
So the next day he messaged me around 5:45pm confirming he was joking about being a furry and to not worry. I wrote back confirming that we are meeting at 8pm (two hours away) and the bar’s name, closed my phone and left work to shower/shave/date prep.
I took my time getting ready, drank wine, and danced around while getting ready. At 7:30pm I checked Tinder to see if he messaged back/re-confirmed the date and y’all the boy unmatched me. Blocked. Out of sight. Straight up GONE.
Did he show my profile to his friends/roommates and they said “ew gross, ditch her”? Did he chicken out after all that talk of taking me to Pound Town? Too much pressure? Or was he simply a furry after all?
the bad hag 