Dating disasters and Tinder tales | Mildura Boudoir Photography

Dating disasters and Tinder tales ​| Mildura Boudoir Photography

... The guy who drank too much

I WAS living in another city and wasn’t driving. I got asked on a date by this guy, Brad*, who I had a major crush on for ages.
Date night rolled around and I got myself all dolled up for the evening and headed out, catching two different buses on about a 40 minute trip to where we were meeting.
We met up and Brad drove us into the city for dinner and knowing there were a few nice places around I was excited to see where he was taking me.
We ended up at the Tradies Club, which was okay, but not the most romantic of settings, and grabbed a drink and ordered tea.
Brad and I were having a good chat getting to know each other and I thought it was going well… until his phone rang.
It was his friend telling him there was a band playing at a bar around the corner we both frequented.
He proceeded to explain how much he really wanted to go and that he had forgotten it was on that night, and, of course, me being accommodating, I suggested he go thinking he was trying to blow me off.
He asked me if I’d like to go with him, as he wanted to introduce me to his friends, so I said yes and we cancelled our already cooking order.
We got to the bar and Brad said he would grab us some drinks and be back.
At this point I ran into some friends, thankfully, because Brad disappeared. I didn’t see him for the rest of the gig and despite sending him messages he didn’t reply.
When the band finished, my friends were leaving, so I followed them out the door and that’s when I saw him - drunk as a skunk, only vertical, thanks to being held up by two friends. 
Unfortunately he saw me and called out: “Oh, let me take you home. I was meant to drive you home!”
“Yes, yes you were, but no thank-you,” I replied.
To which he said he would see me again, before throwing up everywhere.
I had to run to make it to the last bus out of the city, which I did, but I missed the connecting bus back home, so a friend rescued me at 12.30am.
Looking back, at least I got to see one of my favourite bands, unplanned, and truth be told, I probably had more fun with my friends then I would have had with him anyway.

Photo by israel palacio on Unsplash

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... Two guys in a small pond

 ... The guy who was married

I WAS dating a guy when I was 18 and he ended up moving into my house.
He cheated on me numerous times with numerous “friends”, offering them drugs etc, but the cherry on top was when I found out he was being investigated for attempted murder charges and our relationship ended not long after.
(Apparently he was with a group of people that “just tried to bash a guy”.)
Fast forward a few years and I decided to give the dating sites a try in hope of finding someone completely different to anyone in my circle of friends. 
I stumbled across some questionable characters, including one with the username “Toothlessdad85”.
I was about to delete my account and give up when I found what I thought was a diamond amongst the rough. 

Attractive? Tick.
Covered in tattoos? Swoon.
Similar age? Tick.

He messaged me.

Decent grammar? Tick.
Manners? Tick.
No seedy pick up line? Tick.

We got along quite well and after informing him I was about to delete my account we continued chatting on Facebook before eventually meeting up.
In person we also got along well and he kept ticking all the boxes.
But then I noticed odd Facebook statuses popping up about going to court.
I felt a bit off so did a quick Google search which revealed he was also in the same attempted murder trial as my ex.
I decided not to pursue a relationship with him because he wasn’t honest with me from the start. To which he let me know, he had "just got my ex pregnant anyway".
It may have been on Plenty of Fish, but it seemed as though I was swimming in a very small pond.

I HAD been chatting with someone on a dating site for quite a while and he seemed like he ticked all the boxes. He was here for work, so we either met up at my house or where he was staying.
This continued quite a while until one day, I got an unusual message on Facebook from a female with the same last name. I wanted to assume it was a family member but there was a feeling in my stomach that said otherwise.
So I clicked on the message and it confirmed my fears. He was married. What’s more is he had a baby. 
I confronted him about it and he came clean - that he was in an unhappy marriage and realized he didn’t go the right way about things.
Needless to say, I didn’t speak to him ever again, and it has certainly made me a whole lot more skeptical of everyone.

Photo by Ivonne Adame on Unsplash

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... The guy that was too pushy

JUST before lockdown, I started seeing a guy. 
One night we went out for drinks and he wanted to get a bit adventurous in public.
I’m not one for public displays, especially sex, so he decided to attempt to tease me to persuade me otherwise.
Instead I told him where to go and turned around to his little sister and started making out with her.
​We got free drinks and he got kicked out of the bar.

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... The guy that lied about his Dad dying

I WAS living four hours from Sydney when I met a guy from there, who was planning on moving to my town.
Harry* and I spent two weeks together with him mostly staying at my place before he had to go home.
He was lovely the entire time and even respected the fact I didn’t want to take our relationship to an intimate level until I got to know him better.
Harry returned home and we communicated daily. He had decided that he wanted to come back and he was going to look at houses when he did.
I liked a good road trip so offered, with my best friend, drive the four hours and pick him up.
We arrived and he wasn’t where he said he would be, so I called him. 
He didn’t answer at first but called me back about half an hour later.
Apologising immensely he said he was at a friends farewell drinks at Kings Cross, but was good to go if we could come get him.
Being a Saturday night, Kings Cross was bedlam, and I really needed to pee so I drove around to find a McDonalds.
The toilet was downstairs in the dingiest, dodgiest looking stairwell but I needed to go.
Peeing away, a couple comes in and starts doing the deed in the cubicle next to me so I hopped the heck out of there and ran back to the car.
I called Harry to let him know I was at Kings Cross and messaged him, but once again got no response. 
We decided we were going home, so I messaged him telling him and he called me back.
My friend, who is male, answered and blasted him for giving us the run around to which Harry told him he had received a phone call saying his Dad, who lived in New Zealand, had passed away unexpectedly.
Feeling terrible we asked if he still wanted a ride and he declined. Considering the circumstances, I said I would speak to him the next day.
As I said I would, I checked up on Harry and continued talking to him until I found out he was coming back to our town regularly to see and sleep with another girl while stringing me along.
I have since found out his Dad did not pass away but instead the night we drove to pick him up was the night he met the other girl from my town.

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... The guy who moved out on me

Photo by Resi Kling on Unsplash

WHEN I was 17 I met a guy online, who I, at the time, thought was an Emo dream boat.
He was two years older than me and we spoke for months before he asked if I would like to come and stay with him for a week and see how things went.
I gave mum his name and address (both my parents were police officers), he purchased me a bus ticket and I was on my way a few days later.
Everything was going so well, I met his friends and got along well with them all, including his roommate.
​He even asked me to stay a week longer to see how our connection would go further and once again I agreed since I had no job or school to rush home for. 
A few days later I had just got out of the shower, and there was a knock at his front door.
To my horror it was two officers my mum’s colleague had sent to make sure I was safe.
They absolutely berated the guy I was staying with while I watched on speechless in my towel.
It was only a day or two later, the guy decided he was moving back to his mum’s house and that I needed to find somewhere else to stay. He also wasn’t going to pay for my return trip, as previously agreed.
His housemate and their friend ended up taking me in at their new house temporarily before I moved more permanently in with another friend.

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... The guy who was just rude

I MET a guy on Tinder and by phone, things were going well. So he drove all the way from the NSW coast to see me.
I picked him up from his cabin and we went out for tea. He had been polite and we enjoyed some small talk, but things soon changed.
We sat down at the table, looked at the menu and he leant across the table and asked: “We are paying for our own meals, yeah?”. 
Things got worse from there. He was making rude comments, and in no way am I a prude, but let’s get through dinner first.
I was already feeling uncomfortable and then he leaned in for a kiss. 
Not long after - we left. I drove him back to his cabin, and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Photo by Mattias Diesel on Unsplash

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... The guy that sent the wrong message

I HAD been speaking to a guy through Tinder quite extensively for about a week. It was the weekend and he was going away.
We were chatting late into the night as he travelled and, although we had spoken about meeting up one day, we hadn’t made any concrete plans.
This night he seemed a bit wishy-washy with his responses, they were different from usual, but he was still very charming. 
Imagine my surprise then when I got a message from him saying he was only a few minutes away and describing the “fun” we were going to have.
Confused, I firstly told him he didn’t know where I lived and secondly, that I thought he was away. Then it sunk in and I asked if that message was meant for another girl.
At least he had the decency to reply that it was!

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