Dating service lawsuits blackbook dating uk
Plaintiff alleged that at one point during the evening, she and defendant both “affirmed that neither had any sexually transmitted diseases.” In reliance on defendant’s representation that he was “disease free,” she agreed to have sexual relations with him. As you might imagine, It’s Just Lunch responded by pointing out that it wasn’t the proximate cause of the plaintiff boning a guy she just met.
It’s Just Lunch isn’t like breeding animals where just putting two in the same room absolutely guarantees they’ll have sex — that’s what Tinder’s for.
If the lunch goes well, the parties meet up again, if it doesn’t, oh well… I don’t know if the company’s slogan is backed up by any empirical evidence, but a plaintiff alleged that It’s Just Lunch is “The World’s #1 STD Service,” after a 2011 date went a little too well and she ended up taking home Herpes II for her effort. On June 27, 2012, plaintiff filed suit against defendant, [Norman] Weinzweig, and IJL Will Do, LLC, d/b/a It’s Just Lunch (IJL), a matchmaking service.
I ran to the bathroom to splash cold water on my third-degree burned legs as I kept hitting every button on the laptop multiple times thinking if I pressed it enough, it would magically come back to life. Feeling despondent and in physical pain, I left the bathroom and noticed Mark waiting for me. Either feeling sorry for me or scared of my panicked demeanor, he let me bypass the busy weekend line of customers and called for assistance right away to whisk my laptop to the backroom for examination. I had now broken the record for the most expensive coffee date in history.
Sitting in one of the chairs, I clasped my hands together and prayed for good news. Without a choice, I said okay to the 0, which incidentally, was the exact amount I currently had on my unemployment card.
In short, I never defended myself -- a fact I hated. As someone experienced in Googling exes, I conducted a little reconnaissance on Mark.
But when I received that text, all those non-confrontational memories flooded my brain and I felt like smacking myself and yelling, “Not this time! In a few short clicks, I was surprised to discover Mark was a seven-figure-a-year dentist in an exclusive area of town with four different malpractice suits filed against him.