Just Me said:
If there starts to be excuses or putting off the meeting, then I think you will know what is the truth.
I want to point this out as something that is
extremely important to take note of.
I'll use myself as an example, so you all can laugh at what happened if you want...
A few years back, I started talking to a woman online, a lot. She actually started the hitting on me. We were able to see each other on video chat, etc. So it isn't like she didn't know what I looked like, and such.
A few months go by, and we decide to meet. I knew it was hard for her to come up to me, because her daughter had just had a baby. So we decided I'd fly down to Miami for a weekend. We made plans, and I paid for the flight over a month ahead of time. We were talking every day via text/phone, as well as on the video chat.
The week before I was to fly down, she started asking me if I could change the date. I was like, no, I can't change my flight or hotel reservation, now. She gave me a story some friends she used to live near wanted to visit that weekend, and I was like, 'um, we've had this weekend set for over a month.'
So, the following Thursday I fly down to Miami. She picks me up from the airport, takes me to my hotel on Miami Beach and I already knew she had to work on Friday, so I probably wouldn't see her, really, until Saturday. Saturday comes, we go out to dinner, talk for a while, and she says she has to get home because she was trying to finalize a car purchase with a dealer the next morning.
So, Sunday, around 4 PM I text her and ask how things went at the dealer. She says she never made it, some friends rented a PPV boxing match at her house and she got so drunk she was too hung over to get to the car dealership. At this point, I'm like WTF?!?! You told me you had to get something done in the morning, so you couldn't hang out for longer the night before, then you get home and get so shit faced you can barely answer texts?
At this point I'm furious.
Monday I barely hear two words from her. So, I decide to find a local strip club and at least see some bewbs. I mean, I'm in fucking Miami after all. The hottest stripper in the club walks up to me, and convinces me to get a couch dance. I take it. The most fun I had over the entire 5 days I was in Miami was the hot Russian stripper deciding to give me a hand job during the couch dance... at no extra charge.
Tuesday comes, and she picks me up and takes me to the airport so I can fly home. She's all like 'well, we didn't get to spend a lot of time together this weekend, but maybe next time.' Of course, I already knew there would be no next time.
She continued to text me for a few weeks afterwards. I didn't answer for weeks; until she said 'you're mad at me, aren't you?' I responded simply by saying 'what do you think? How would you feel if you flew up here to see me and over the 5 days you were here, I spent 5 hours with you, and an hour of that was the car ride to and from the airport?' She kept trying to talk to me, but I just never answered.
I was 35 at the time. She was 40. I felt, truthfully, we were both far too old for those sort of games. It doesn't matter that she was smoking hot, with a body a lot of 20 year old girls would kill for. Those types of games aren't for me. Especially when I had just wasted 5 days of my life.
So, to anyone, if you decide to go meet someone from online, and they start trying to change the dates, give excuses, etc. Just forget about it. It's obvious they don't actually want to do anything with you. Don't waste your money, and especially your time.
Ironically, i was shortly after that, that I was told about MFC. At least there, I know what I'm getting. And I know there is a level of emotional detachment I need to maintain. Even with the models who gave me their phone numbers and we text just to talk; there's still a level of emotional detachment I keep. We may have fun, talk, text, etc. But I make no illusions to myself that it might go any further.