Matchmaker

(Take a moment, take a breath, this is gonna be a gooder, i've broken it up into segments, and i'll post them, as I see fit.)I hesitate to really tell this story, cause its not just about me, it didn't just affect me. And I fear in the telling of it, it won't just affect me...
Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match! Find me a find! Catch me a catch!!
Oh Fiddler on the Roof....
SO. I think it was about March sometime, earlier this year, I got bored and I always get a kick out of reading lesbian personal ads... so I was cruisin through some online dating sites when lo and behold, who's profile do I come across? Ashton. I read her profile. It was beautiful. (I was going to put a link on here to it, but it has since been removed.)
So I did something that I never thought I would do... I signed up for the site. I created a profile with the hope that she might read it, find me interesting and maybe have an honest conversation. ...well...as honest a conversation you can have with a person pretending to be someone shes not.
I guess the fates weren't on my side for that one though. It seems likt the day I signed up is the day she stopped logging onto the site. I'd come back everyday, see if she had logged on. Days turned to weeks. I must've read her profile an hundred times. But I kept going back. Eventually I found the chat room attatched to the site, so I decided to see what real lesbians were like, what they talked about.
First couple of times I went on, I just read conversations....Creeped.... Then I met this girl. Her name was Britt, and she was gettin ragged on by some wretched hag, so I did what I do best- defend the underdog. I quipped in with some semi-harsh sarcastic comments and this made Britty and I insta-friends. She was hilarious and sarcastic. And it got to the point where I kept coming back just to talk to her. She was dating someone at the time, which was great for me, cause really I was never looking for anything. I didn't actually want anything. Her girl sort of love-hated me. She kind of found me amusing, but I could tell I pissed her off. Alot. Cause I'd flirt with Britt, relentlessly. Cause it was safe. I could flirt with her all I wanted cause I knew she was in love with her girlfriend. This is my first problem- I LOVE flirting. And this was safe.
One day I wander into the chat room, and Britt asks me if ive had a run in with a user named "Beep" ....I say no. Britty proceeds to inform me that this Beep girl has been loking for me, asking about me and talking about me. Instantly im a lil freaked out. And then as if on cue, enter Beep. I was so close to just hightailing it out of there, but a tiny little part of me was curious.
So I stayed. She def came on a little strong. Usually i'm the hunter, and it was odd being the one who is getting sized up.... kind of put me on my heels. So I turned to my defense mechanism- Sarcasm. This is my second problem. I recall being kind of harsh to her. She was really hyper, and giggleish... and VERY 18. And then I left.
(I'm going to be honest, this first little bit is kinda fuzzy... it was a while ago, and at the time, I chose not to take mental notes of the events surrounding the interaction between myself and this random girl.)
I came back the next night, and I was told that apparently I had hurt Beep's feelings. This kind of made me feel bad. And thus we see my third problem- It doesn't matter if I should or not, I feel the need to fix everyones problems/hurt feelings, especially if it is me that caused it.
...Cause I really should've left it alone. So, Beep came back, and I apologized for my rude behaviour. We talked for a bit, we had a couple things in common. We ended up being kind of friends, though just by the way she was, I could tell that she liked me.