Welcome to The Moronic Inferno (and thanks to Martin Amis for coining a phrase that appropriately applies to this site)!
There appear to be fewer foreign prostitutes and scammers here than on OKCupid; however, what lurks on this site is often more bizarre and, ultimately, rather depressing. Nevertheless, hindsight - which is truly a wonderful thing - tells me this was a fascinating, if ultimately dismal, social experiment,
I joined this site for 30 days. My first encounter - or series of pleasurable encounters - was with a forty-something Home Counties single mother with a seriously dysfunctional home life and desire for long-term financial support from a potential partner. To be fair, she wasn't dishonest about her desire for monetary sustenance; however, this meant that we were ships that passed in the night (or, to be more accurate, in the afternoon, and in several restaurants and bedrooms).
Her tale of woe from this site was instructive and, I believe, enlightening. It transpired that she had only spent around twelve hours on it; and which meant I was rather fortunate to experience the brief but undeniably enjoyable time I spent with her.
During the half-day she had fished for plenty (although as she had set up her profile before going to bed, she had actually spent little time on the site), her profile was visited by several gentlemen, many of whom thoughtfully sent her photographs of their genitalia. One particularly charming gentleman was even considerate enough to send her a close-up photograph of a big toe poking out of a hole in a sock; and she hadn't even expressed a preference for foot fetishism. Unsurprisingly, all of this was enough to make her deactivate her profile within hours.
Aside from the often sad parade of angry, bitter, self-loathing, passive-aggressive or narcissistic profiles written by people who could fill psychiatrists offices until Hell freezes over and which, in some instances, suggest they should not be allowed to handle sharp implements or, given some of the profile photographs, dress themselves, I had two even more dispiriting experiences that hastened my path to profile termination.
One woman - who seemed genuinely interesting and witty from her profile summary - insisted on regularly phoning me, only to subsequently make feeble and apologetic excuses for terminating our conversations after a couple of minutes (on one occasion, she claimed it was because her lodger returned home early; however, I strongly suspect it was her husband). She phoned every couple of days, repeating a pattern which I fear would have continued to this day if our telephonic correspondence not not (thankfully) ceased.
My second strange experience - and the one which led directly to me deleting my profile - involved a woman who claimed she wanted to meet, and also that she was interested in obtaining employment in the industry I have worked in for many years. Having established that my primary function in this exchange was to be that of an employment agency, I felt it only reasonable to offer a fair price for my strong contacts list (£500, if you're curious) and forego the undoubtedly dubious pleasure of meeting in person.
Reader, she took to the hills - and so should you if you have any pride, self-respect or self-worth!