I guess it's my turn to share my tale.
A few years back I was smack dab in the middle of a sizable dry spell so I figured I'd give OKCupid a shot upon the recommendation of a close friend. I started out by laying low, lurking, and waiting for girls to message me. Rookie mistake. I finally get a message from what appears to be a fairly attractive girl that lives 15 minutes away and we get to talking. After a few days I decide to give her a shot. I picked her up at the mall one Saturday night and was immediately shocked and appalled. Little did I know, this girl was working the angles better than a Geometry teacher. I was anticipating a little chub but this girl was a large Marge. About 5'7" and pushing 200 pounds. I was upset and initially wanted to drive away, but I figured it was too late and I could at least try to get one of those infamous fat girl blowjobs out of this shitty deal. We make chit-chat as I drive back to her neighborhood. I ask if we can go back to her place and she says "definitely not. I don't even have my own room." Fuck. I drive to a closed off beach so I can smoke some weed with her and take my mind off of how shitty this meet-up is going. We take a few bowl hits when another car pulls into the lot. Cops. FUUUUUUUCK. Luckily for me, I have the tact and diplomacy of an Ambassador to a foreign country, so before the cop can even say a word or get out of the car I roll down my window and ask if we shouldn't be there. He turns out to be really cool and tells us that we have to go somewhere else. Nice. After that we just ended up parking on the side of her house, finishing the bowl, and started making out. I had her titties out (they were decent fat girl tits, I'll give her that much) and went to unzip my pants. I whipped it out, but she refused citing that she didn't feel comfortable being so close to her house. She told me she was supposed to go to a party about 30 minutes away and that if I went with her she'd take me into the bathroom and do it there. Lord knows I wasn't trying to be seen out in public with her, so I said I had to call it an early night and that we'd hang out again another time. On the way back home I got a bunch of texts from her about how I'm "such a sweetheart" and how she couldn't wait to hang out again. I immediately deleted her number and didn't look back. The next morning I wake up to a message with the pictures below attached. After that I focused my account and lamented the errors of my ways. So long, fatty.