Real life.
Setting: Amsterdam, November 2012.
I was on one of my Amsterdam trips. I was in my hotel room using Grindr one evening. For those who don’t know, Grindr is a gay dating application which can be used to meet guys in your area, and it shows the distance the guy is from where you are. I was talking to a guy who was about 1 km away from me at the time (0.6 miles). I had decided that I wanted to go out to a bar and have a few drinks. After 30 minutes or so of chatting, I gave the guy my Dutch cell phone number and told him to contact me if he wants to meet, then I left my hotel room.
About 10 minutes later while I’m in the tram, I received a call. It was him. He said he wanted to meet now. I agreed, since I was only 4 or 5 stops away from my hotel. I exited the tram, went to the other side of the tracks, and took a tram back to my hotel. We met in front of my hotel.
We then went up to my room. We entered, kissed for a few seconds, and then he said, “I’m sorry, this won’t work out.” I said, “ok.” Then he left. I was angry, annoyed, and felt like my time and money (I had to pay for the to and return trip by tram) were wasted. I knew that he took one look at me and decided he wasn’t attracted to me, despite the fact that I put my height and weight and a full body picture in my profile.
I decided to test out my hypothesis. While still in the hotel using WiFi, I took my other phone, downloaded Grindr, and made a fake profile. I called it “Visiting Amsterdam”, and I uploaded a picture of a conventionally attractive white guy and said in the profile that I was visiting Amsterdam for a week. I let it sit on Grindr for a while, left my hotel, and went to the bar.
The next day, I decided to use the fake profile target that guy who wasted my time. We talked a bit. And I told him that I was staying in a hotel which was a few hundred meters away from me but closer to him. We set a meet up time. He was telling the fake profile that he was at the hotel, and I was responding that I’m here in the lobby, and he said he couldn’t find me. Then I stopped talking to him.
The next day as I was on the bus to the airport, I sent him an SMS asking how his meeting was with “Visiting Amsterdam”. He said that he didn’t meet that guy and then asked how I knew about this. I told him that it was me, and that he should be careful in the future about whose time he wastes, or someone like me would along and bite him in his cute little French Jewish ass. He asked if he could call me. Reluctantly, I agreed.
On the phone, he said that he thought he saw the guy in the picture and almost went up to the wrong guy, and I told him that I know he rejected me because of my looks, despite the fact that my full description is in my profile. I told him that he wasted my time so I wasted his. He denied that he rejected me because of my looks. He also said that next time I’m in Amsterdam we should get together for a drink. I flat out said no, because I absolutely could not trust him now.
In the end, I got some sort of closure. I got revenge on this guy in the most perfect way, while requiring the least energy, time, or effort. I’ve always been a firm believer in giving people a taste of their own medicine if they do me wrong in some kind of way, but there’s not many times that there’s been an opportunity to execute a plan to do just that.