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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Tuesday Date Review: I Got Punk'd at Outback Steakhouse

I Got Punk'd at Outback Steakhouse

Well, it finally happened. We all know I've been going on dates with various dudes from Match.com for months now, and while they weren't stellar by any means, no one has ever really NOT looking anything like their photos which is clearly a common problem in online (or so I hear). 

As we learned from yet ANOTHER riveting episode of Catfish last night, no one online is actually who they say they are and they certainly don't use real photos of themselves. I'm one of the rare breed who uses currently photos and doesn't lie about my job, my life, my family, my anything. I even own up to my crazy blog. 

Anyways, this guy didn't like totally lie. It wasn't like I thought he was a male model and he was actually a 50 year old 350 pound man eating 3 racks of ribs at Outback Steakhouse. But, well, he certainly didn't look anything like his photos.

In fact, I was standing right in front of him and didn't recognize him until he was like, OH HEY NIKKI. Ughhh.....

In his photos, he's a very fit 27 year old hottie who is super active and pretty muscular and toned. In real life, hes a 27 year old decent looking guy who's probably put on 50-60 pounds since those photos. I get it, I got fat at some point, but I was real about it. I have ALWAYS used current photos. DID YOU THINK I WAS NOT GOING TO NOTICE???

Anyways, we had a nice date during the Bears game, in which they basically made me cry with their absolutely shitastic game against the 49ers. We had a couple drinks and dinner. He paid. Very nice dude. He even had a coup for a free bloomin' onion. I appreciate a man who can use a coupon.

BUT WHY LIE IN THE PHOTOS? WHY? Had he just posted current photos, I still would've gone on a date with him, but now I feel deceived and disappointed by what I got. I should probably stop being so shallow, but I just don't understand it.

I wanted to say something about it, but I held my tongue. He didn't seem to notice that I couldn't recognize him or the mixed look of horror and shock when I did finally recognize him.

I  might get over it. I might not. But let's be real, I got punk'd on an online date for the first time, and sadly, probably not the last time.

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