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How not to get into someone's pants online: put your best foot forward... and right into your mouth. These are real "hello" messages and chat transcripts from dating sites. Submit your own, or get updates on Twitter. |
Whew, it’s a good thing you accidentally invoked Godwin’s Law in sentence two! Now I don’t have to spend half a second deciding whether I could stand someone who uses the word “whilst.”*
* And who splashes out on five-dollar vocabulary words but can’t spell “intact” or “en masse” or “Legions” or “conquistadores.”
I find myself as the newest deal
displayed on the human market
One used soul on sale today
slightly damaged heart
Hot tip: the “I am bitter and sad” variety of poetry is for breakups, NOT FLIRTING.
This being the internet, there’s only a ten percent chance he’s joking.
Halloween Hunt is fun
Great America
To the rides, here we come
I tried to write you a haiku, but that’s the best I can do.
Hi! ^_^
There’s a special circle of hell for folks who think a single uneven rhyme in questionable meter is the ultimate undies-dropper, where they read their own work aloud to each other forever.
Your myths and fables are inspiring. How I long to hear them from your lips. Do you ever turn them into songs?
I would write you a Lay, a verbal, sonic feast for your symmetric teeth. I know you are currently partnered, but could you use a bard or minstrel?
Tell you what: You can be my bard, as long as you follow me around all day, every day, playing the theme from “Shaft.” We can switch it up at the gym with the theme from “Rocky.”
Wow, thanks for the long, long poem mentioning mirrors, screaming, high school, souls, voices in your head and “penetrating gazes”! Now I can invite my friends over for a fast-paced game of Maladjusted Bingo!
… and lemme guess: a never-ending supply of Oxycontin.
Aww, I keep mixing up my expressions and confusing “quality and intentions” with “I am trying to kill you with my mind.”
Hot tip: Instead of hitting “send” on something that includes an apology for disturbing the recipient, hit “delete.”
What would I have to do in order to know you? I guess more specifically, what does a boy have to do in order to make you laugh? Make your heart swim? Make your knees weak?
For some reason, I am feeling a very strong urge to know everything about you.