When Your Online Date Doesn’t Look Like Their Picture

When Your Online Date Doesn’t Look Like Their Picture

December 1, 2019 100 By Peter Engel


– Just because he has a dog in his photo doesn’t mean he owns that dog. That’s the oldest trick in the book. – Oh, what about his guy? I wonder if dating an Indian guy will help me learn more about my heritage? – Isn’t that racial profiling? – How am I suppose to be thoughtful about my decisions when all I have is a picture and a list
of common interests? (music) [Male Voice] Michelle? – Eric? – Yeah, nice to meet you. (bell dings, buzzer sounds) How’s it going? – You’re Eric? – Yeah, you’re gonna love this restaurant. I come here all the time. – I’ve gotta go to the bathroom, sorry. Excuse me. – Oh, okay. – Wait, you went on a
date with the wrong guy? – Yes, the white guy in the picture. He has some strange Indian fetish. He took me to an Indian restaurant, and he said namaste earlier. – Namaste – Namaste. – Namaste? – Are you saying it would be normal if he was an Amercian who just also happened to be Indian? – The motivation would have been genetic. – Just talk about you’re
period, or some shit. Guys hate that. – You know how much I suck at lying. – Okay, send me your current location and Kenny and I will come save you. – Okay. – Wait, can you order
me some samosas to go? Michelle? (music) – Um, so, what do you like to do? Oh, and if you need help picking something I really love the bhindi masala. – You really don’t have to say that. – Say what? – That you love the bhindi masala. – Okay, um, do you have
any favorite hobbies? – Taking me to an Indian resturant, travelling all over India. – Welcome to Crown of India. I see Mr. Eric has brought
a lady friend this time. – Yeah, thanks Sevesh, I think we’re gonna need another minute. – Of course. – To be honest with you, I didn’t really think about your ethnicity. You seemed like a nice girl, and, you know everyone’s a mix of something nowadays, you just never really know. – I guess you don’t. – We traveled India a few years ago, when I came back here, I just had to find the best Indian food in LA. That’s really it. I just though it would be nice
to bring a girl here someday. – Oh. – Look, look, I’m sorry if I
made you feel uncomfortable, it’s just that I’m new to
this online dating thing. – I’m sorry, this whole evening is– – You know, we don’t
have to talk about India. – I’ve never been to India. – Okay, why not? – I don’t know. – I could give you some
great recommendations. – Really? – Yeah, or course. (mariachi music) – Oh, my god. – Congratulataions, Miss
Kara, you won the lottery. – And a free trip to Cabo San
Lucas, that leaves right now. It’s a free trip to Cabo, you can leave. – How did you guys know we were even here? – All right, listen you
sick son of a bitch. Really, an Indian restaurant? You don’t think she already had– – Kelsey! – Wait, you know them? – No, I promise I’m not crazy. (party horns blowing) – I knew we were off on
that automatic timer. (mariachi music) – Have a good dinner. – Sorry about that. – What are the odds? I met a really nice guy
online and I ruined it. – It is pretty rare to meet someone form the internet that is
whose not a complete troll. – Well, I don’t think I’m going to online date ever again. We can’t afford another mariachi band. Seriously, the lowest price
was an eight hour package? (mariachi music) (humming)