90 Days with Inept Boy - The Beginning

So, recently I succumbed to joining a dating website. Thus, "90 Days with Inept Boy" (I signed up for a three-month subscription). Over the past six or so years, I've actually been a "member" of a few, but in case you're not too familar with them, in order to actually access all the services - like email/chat/etc., you have to pay some cash-o-la. This has its pros and cons. For example, you could be a member and send an email to someone else, but unless they're a paying member...they won't be able to read your email, thus your efforts are fruitless! That sucks! Anyhow, first...

I'd also like to preface this blah-g by saying that after my last online dating experience (which occurred about 4-5 years ago), I told myself that I wouldn't do it again. Want to know the story? Okay...here goes.

I started talking to this girl - our conversations were great and she was great looking. We finally meet - she doesn't look anything like her posted pictures. When I say that she didn't look anything like the pictures, I honestly mean anything! She could've been a completely different person for all I know.
Of course, I was pissed about this, I mean, not only did she look completely different, but she wasn't "good looking."
However, being the nice guy/good sport that I am, I figure...fuck it. I'm already here, so I'll try to make the most of it, walk around with this girl, talk, and then never talk to her again.
Well, as we're walking around, talking, she does one of those, "Do you mind if I ask you something personal?" questions...and we hadn't even been into the date for more than 15-20 minutes!
Shit, I'm thinking to myself, what is she going to ask me? You see, I was born with these birthmarks that look like little brown spots, I'm sure you're familar with them, seen them on a person at some point in your life, but anyhow...this chick sees these and asks me if I was a burn victim. What the fuck? I mean...rude! Even if I was, damn girl!
So this pisses me off anymore. After that, I was like, fuck this, this girl sucks, I don't want to be here, etc.etc.etc., yet...all with a smile on my face :)
Turns out, towards the end of the date, that this girl got a ride to our "meeting spot" from her dad, whom she was living with at the time (and yes, she was an adult) and can't seem to get a hold of to come pick her up.
Fuck.
So again, being the nice guy that I am, I drive this girl home, which was about an hour out of my way.
A day or so later, I'm reading this girl's blog - which I hadn't read before, and am startled by what I read. Thankfully, it wasn't about me, but it did however, contain a lot of personal information relating to her fondness of self-mutilation and doing interesting things with a man's "junk."
Ha ha! Isn't that funny? Thank Boognish, could it have been worse? Actually...yes, but it didn't. I didn't respond to any of her emails/calls after that. Was that wrong? Possibly, but hey, this is Inept Boy you're talking about.

So, let's see...that was my first/worst online dating experience.

What happened after that? First, my readers, you'll have to get a little bit more history about who Inept Boy is...