I don't know what's worse....the sheer amount of bullshit stories being told here or the fact gaf is afraid to go outside and find a partner the old fashioned way.
0% chance my ass would use the same place I buy used motocycles as a hookup joint
Yeah, I couldn't do it. I did troll the casual encounters or whatever page on CL once years ago.
Posted I was looking to fuck a chick, got a bunch of spam emails and some 'legit' ones. First one I thought was funny went something like, "yo I'm not a chick but I give the best blowjobs ever that will change your life." Didn't even respond. Then I struck gold.
This guy hit me up saying he's been looking for a young dude to come over to tag team his wife with. It was a pretty detailed/long email so I was pretty sure this dude was serious. We exchanged phone numbers and I had two very long, very disturbing conversations with him, which I recorded over speaker phone with some friends from IRC listening in and telling me shit they wanted me to say.
I thought I was going to have to steer the conversation to at least make it semi-interesting, but this dude (who was a 40-something year old professor at a local university) said some of the weirdest shit.
He mentioned how he wanted me to come over to get a feel for his place while his wife was away, and suggested we watched some porn to gain some ideas on how the planned sex session would go. Then he suggested that when we watch the porn, "something might pop up" and how we may need to do something about it. Next he asked me how far I ejaculate on average. I said "I never measured," to which he replied "you really should and let me know immediately."
I had no intention of ever meeting the guy obviously (unless he proved his wife to be Scarlett Johansson of course) so I declined that first offer, but lied and said we could meet somewhere public soon and to call back tomorrow.
By the second conversation he was desperately trying to get me to meet him downtown ASAP, and then randomly offered to take me anywhere in the world I wanted to go. At this point if it wasn't already obvious, there's no way I believed he had a wife and just wanted to fuck me himself. Or worse... So I just fucked with him some more (telling him I was a furry and my fursona was a hamster named Ebichuman among other things) until he lost interest.
My friends and I laughed about it at the time, but now that I think back on it I can't help but morbidly wonder if somebody extremely desperate/stupid got lured in by him since then, and are either rape victims or corpses buried in his back yard...
