I went on my only Tinder date a few years ago. She didn't look a thing like the nine in the profile (maybe a 6.5, but we're talking about on the 40s scale), and was I think three or four years older. It basically consisted of a half hour talk in a park because she was weird about going to a restaurant. She blew me off the next day. The end.
Honorable mention was when I was trying to talk to this blonde at a dive I used to go to for months (always surrounded by dumb hag friends), finally started a little raport a few nights, then found out she and her idiotic friends thought I was a fag because I made out once[/i] with this gay guy I used to work with. I still tried to pursue it because he was interested, but got busy at work, and then nailed a married dude I knew from Seattle for six months. I have absolutely no morals about men.