Apparently he had issues with disapproval and couldn't finish without me telling him the simple letters "OK." I never responded.
A couple of weeks later, totally out of the blue, he sent me a picture of a random woman's boobs.
Confused by this, I just sent back a question mark, and he then said, "Send more." I am not the kind of person to send pictures of myself to people, ever, so I politely declined his request.
This only irritated me because he didn't really ask, he just decided.
But the best part of the night was right before I went to bed (he was staying on the couch): He asked me if I should change my pad.
I went for a drink with a guy I had been chatting with online.
He seemed pretty normal (good job, intelligent, funny).
He then said, "Send me more or I'll send that picture of the boobs to everyone you know!
" "Whatever, fuck off," I said, knowing he was bullshitting.
His first question on sitting down with our drinks was whether I was up for anal.
I bypassed and watched him drink his body weight in shots before he started crying about his ex-girlfriend and then threw up down my shoulder when I was trying to walk him home.
I blocked his number and set all my Facebook settings to private, and I've not been on POF or anything similar since.