I met her on the Internet
(4 parts)
Once upon a time, the Internet was a strange and exotic place to meet insane women. At least, it was for me.
Some black boxes are best left at the bottom of the ocean. This story is so tragic, there’s even a dead bunny in it.
The best dates are the ones where she tells you you’re going to Hell.
I was 26. She was 39. You do the math. Warning: contains unwelcome scatology!
That whole “guy goes out on a date with a girl who turns out to be a dude” thing is an urban legend, right? Wrong.