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TIFU by trying thank someone.

Matched with a woman around my age last week or so. Also two kids. Convo was great, she was funny, I seemed to be actually smooth.

After about a week of talking, earlier today I asked her out. Decent food, arcade games (plus she had mentioned in her profile she'd win at a certain arcade game)...that game wasn't there but still a decent first date place.

What followed is something that I'm still here in shock about.

She says she had been hesitant to match with me originally because her previous relationship, the man had had the same name and now I've asked her to go to the SAME PLACE as for their first date.

After no ways and all that, she asked for my last name, DOB and a FaceTime after. Considering the coincidence and the fact I'd seen her last name (please take that out of that photo if you see this)...that seemed more than reasonable.

It is important to know at this point, with knowing her last name, that I had snooped on her to the point of realizing her online dating picture was the same as a social media profile picture... she was real so I'm good

After a couple minutes with my info she says my middle name is ALSO the same as her ex's. Also my birthday is month later than his. Her birthday is a day before mine. What the fuck.

A million coincidences. Asks about the area near me (assuming it was coming up in her search), tell her in passing thats near me and then tell her that, at this point, the only real way I can confirm I am not her ex is with the FaceTime...she unmatches.

No hard feelings but the vibe was good, I'm afraid she thinks I am her ex (why wouldn't she?!) and just so many coincidences and I was still wiping tears from eyes. Then just nothing.

And that's where this should end. I need to preface this next part with that I am a happy, sane, confident, single man who is a decent person. I have my faults but I know who I am. I just really wanted to thank her because for almost an hour at this point, I had been crying laughing. This was by far the best online dating interaction I had ever had. Just wild.

I still had the Google search of her name and that she had a certain social media. I DISTINCTLY MADE AN ACCOUNT ON SOCIAL MEDIA TO SAY: I just wanted to say thank you for the best Tinder interaction I've ever had. No worries about the ghosting, you had reasons, I dont need to know them. Just wanted to say thank you and good luck out there.

Again, thats where this fucking story should end. Again.

As I'm exiting this poor woman's profile, I catch something in her profile. Go back.

She is a certain profession. Within the county. Within the public school system. Doing the certain profession. For the county.

Now the mother of my child and I had had certain difficulties with our child. School stuff. School stuff thay required lots and lots of Zoom meetings for. Teachers, counselors, principal, private practice psychologists, etc etc etc....and also. Also. Also, at least once, a certain profession.

Ive already sent the first messages. I panic for a couple hours. Tell the whole story to a (woman) friend who is just laughing at me and saying nooooooo. Eventually think another message will help like a dipshit.

Ain't a snowballs chance in hell it helped. Just fucking rambling, sorries and swears I'm not a stalker because....

All of this would be just awful on its own but. But...

This certain social media and the keyboard on my phone, the return key is the enter button. As you can see above, I like spacing even if theyre not full paragraphs.

So my first message just says "I am not a stalker."

I screamed. I am a full grown adult man. I screamed like a caricature of a teenage girl. And then proceeded to dig the hole further. Just full on panic. Before I deleted my brand new certain social media account....my last words were holy shit with a laughing emoji.

There wasn't any coherent thought to the last message after what I had just sent. I couldn't. Just a mad scramble. Like if when war broke out, you see the pilots sprinting to jets....just imagine you just see brown spots form in all the pilots pants and they just slowly crumple to the deck as a giant flash and explosion goes off in the foreground.

I asked this woman to not retaliate against my child in this last message. Just....what. the. fuck. 😂

Disclaimer: none of what I said through any messages was insulting, hurtful, demeaning but I am beyond mortified. I had "met" her at least once through Zoom. I dont know if that was why. She had her reasons and I am okay with whatever they were and no one should be expected to explain those reasons.

Disclaimer 2: my certain social media profile was made by matching it to another certain social media's profile that i've had for decades. I am easily verifiable that I am not her ex.

I think I'm quitting online dating for awhile 😂

TL;DR: I tried to thank an online dating match for the funniest and wildest interaction I have ever had and just completely shit the bed. I am still beyond mortified.

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