Listen: What To Do When Your Online Dating Troll Sits Next To You On a 13-Hour Flight - burst 2
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His muscular arms were undermined by flat. Lips he looked like he lived solely off of crunchy stale toast while angrily muttering about the weather. How do I knew this man? I thought to myself as he opened his laptop I recognize the little circular profile picture on the log in screen of version of him with a blue background around and arms crossed in front to accentuate his muscles. A few months earlier he had messaged me on an online dating. Insight I checked out his profile and seeing he was from Hang Soo China which is kind of the Greenwich to New York. ORC considering how far away this city was I didn't respond. Let's just say he didn't take this. Well don't flatter flatter yourself you're not that pretty anyway. He wrote in response to mine. non-response reading this. I was fuming. How Oh dear he right that to a woman on the Internet what was wrong with him? Heady ever screamed this at someone in person. Did he actually feel better. After after sending this message and now I was trapped. Thirty thousand feet in the air next to this gutter filth for a thirteen hour flight. Did he recognize me. We started chatting any told me about his job and how he ended up in China during his teen in years he'd moved from a rural town in the Midwest to Thailand to learn Thai boxing now he was a professional Thai a boxer inmate thousands of dollars a night competing in Shanghai as one of the few foreigners trained in the form great eight I thought to myself. A professional boxer with anger management issues. On top of boxing he was self employed aid traveling all over China finding the lowest price for hospital garments and then bulk selling them to hospitals in the US. He was a good looking guy. A self starter with an interesting background. This would have peaked my interest if I didn't already know now from his online behavior that I hated him I envisioned the flight experience. I could have had immediately passing out. It is closed. Maybe a little bit of drool coming from one side of my mouth but that was a complete fantasy now I was in the thick of it. He offered me headphones to watch a movie together on his laptop. I accepted curious to learn more about my Internet troll role if not for his nasty comment online. This could have been a romantic meet cute. We watched bladerunner I by with only the right headphone in leading into him he only his left headphone. But instead I played along trying trying to determine if anything could stop me from hating this man watching the movie my mind raced he seems so normal in person. Listen even dare I say it Nice. What sparked his rage when communicating online the headphone cords swung lightly lightly with the movement of the plane connecting? The two of us as the flight continued he complained about dating in China however wants an ex pat on contracts to have fun and work there for only two to three years which bleeds over into most foreigners not really looking very very serious relationship. I agreed having had a similar experience but on my side. I didn't treat people like trash he. He offered to buy me a glass of wine from the stewardess. Similar to if we were on a first date I graciously accepted. I had earned into that glass of wine for the universe putting me in this predicament. As he peruse through books on his IPAD. I saw some of them. Were are dating self-help books. I might also suggest some literature on deep breathing exercises and so I love for monsters as the flight landed. He said what a pleasant time he'd had and we exchange contact info. You wouldn't believe who was on on my flight. I texted my friends angrily. Once I was safely off the flight. We created a plan. Should he message me to go on a date eight. I would go and casually mentioned how terrible online dating is. This horrible man wrote me a message about how not beautiful beautiful. I was in a public place on Terra Firma. I could speak my peace unfettered. Unfortunately he never texted texted me again so I couldn't play out my revenge or maybe this was the ultimate revenge. His life rotation gave me the feeling that that he had also remembered who I was was still mad at me was my facade that I didn't hate him with the venom of a thousand snakes aches making him regret his angry message to me regardless I got to meet my Internet troll and see him as a human being it even if a deeply flawed one maybe seeing me in person made him realize people online are real people. You shouldn't write them. I angry messages. or he got off the plane and side with relief believing he dodged a bullet by not going on a date with me All those months ago perhaps this final act was his ultimate revenge. ghosting the ghost. And maybe in a way I did deserve it. I guess sending him an explanation would have saved him from making up his own and retaliating much. It's like I'm doing now. Thanks so much for listening. If you enjoyed the story let me know and share it with your friends. Follow me at Hat Kris K.. K. Aria on twitter or Kris K.. Kepler on facebook or check out my website W._W._w.. Dot Chris Kepler DOT COM.."