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Where'd You Go?
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So. Vent art, amiright? (That's not me btw)
Fun story though. I thought I got ghosted but turns out my [Dating App] profile got caught in a spam filter and marked as a bot so I couldn't send messages. I had to contact them and get it sorted out. That dude never texted me back but it's probably cause he thought I ghosted him
Anywho, like my art? Toss me a few bucks through My Kofi ;)
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Where'd You Go?
(click for best quality, please reblog, don't repost)
So. Vent art, amiright? (That's not me btw)
Fun story though. I thought I got ghosted but turns out my [Dating App] profile got caught in a spam filter and marked as a bot so I couldn't send messages. I had to contact them and get it sorted out. That dude never texted me back but it's probably cause he thought I ghosted him
Anywho, like my art? Toss me a few bucks through My Kofi ;)
alt versions beneath the cut (including without the text graphic)
The hunk with a secret ( A.k.a Mr Poopy pants)
So here we go, I have decided to put these stories on the internet for everyone to enjoy, this first one has a warning attached: this story has some shit in it... you have been warned. I met this hunk on OkCupid (yes, a bad sign) and we hit it off through the chat, I was new in Belfast so I was eager to learn the rules of dating as we Norwegians don't date, we just happen. We decided to meet at a café called Nero close to the city centre. We met and he was even more beautiful in real life. A chiselled jaw, beautiful deep blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a body to die for. I digress, we decided to sit in and have coffee, and at the time I didn't drink coffee. We sat down and the waitress came over and asked for our order, once we've done that he started to whisper in a husky voice that he wanted to tell me something. I was thinking this was sexy but then he dropped the bomb: I like to shit my pants in public and I ain't wearing any underwear! He whispered. Then he whispered that he wanted to do it right there and that I should join him as it was a nice warm feeling. Shocked I excused myself and went over to the coffee bar area and found the waitress. I then said I wanted my hot chocolate to go and she complied. When she handed it to me, I pointed to the handsome man and said: you better bring a mop and some matches, he is busy pooping his pants over there. Then I went back to mr poopy pants and told him I had to go, and I left. That was the last time I went on a date from OkCupid, although I have more horror stories from that, which I will share at a later date