Eyeball

I spoke with Fetus over the phone once and he told me the previous night he met up with someone from an on-line dating site.

He said he's not gonna engage in EBs or eyeball meetings anymore because he feels it's a pathetic exercise.

"You see, the pictures or profiles presented in online sites always do not resemble the person in front of you", he says.

"One time, the person I met up with weighed probably fifty pounds heavier than in the picture, which I reckon must have been taken five years earlier."

"So how do you extricate yourself from a sticky situation like that and leave without offending your date?", I asked him.

"I thought of texting you, yes you Ronald, to call me so I could pretend that an emergency situation suddenly came up and I had to leave," he explained.

"Really? So what happened?", I asked him, I didn't receive a text message from him about it.

"Unfortunately, I didn't have any pre-paid load credits left."

"You're such a cheapskate". I didn't say that to his face, of course.

"So it was basically a grin-and-bear-it scenario? So how'd it turn out? What's the ending? You're now lovers?", I had to ask him.

"Do you value your life, you freaking %$*#!+)^%". I got his point.