Single GTA Women: Watch For This Man

I saw this story on the news last night and am passing it on.

This is 29-year-old Robert Charles Henry, who also goes by the name “Anthony Henry”

He is 6’ 2”, weighing about 190 pounds, with an athletic build, short black hair and a thin chinstrap beard and goatee.

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He is accused of forcing a woman he met on PlentyofFish into his car, threatening to kill her, and hitting her with his car.

Police believe there may be more victims.

He drives a 2001 Silver Lexus with license plate BSDY 927.

If you have seen this man, or have been unfortunate enough to meet him, please contact Toronto police at 416-808-5204, or anonymously through Crime Stoppers at 416-222-TIPS (8477), online at 222tips.com, or by texting TOR and your message to CRIMES (274637).


I Can See Why You’re Single

Online dating offers so much amusement sometimes….

1. At least he’s persistent


I wonder if the repeated messages ever work for him? I guess maybe eventually he wears you down so much that you just say yes?

2. Uhm, what?

When did proper grammar and punctuation become uncool?

3. Only a somewhat clean woman required

I laughed out loud at this one. You only need to be fairly clean to date this guy – also I hope he means “flexible” and not “fixable” – and I wonder what he hopes to introduce on the first date? The suspense would kill me.

4. I just had to ask

I think he confused this site with a BDSM hookup site. Or he just needs a puppy.

5. This text from my incredibly boring date on Sunday

I threw up in my mouth a bit when he said “brown sugar.”


I got out of bed for this?

I must have agreed to meet this new guy for breakfast on holiday Monday, but honestly I don't remember doing that. So when he asked me whether we were still meeting I stupidly said yes. I wasn't that interested from the conversations we had before meeting, but I didn't want to write him off completely.

I should listen to my gut more often, it would save me from wasting my time.

I got in at 3am that morning from a very fun night (more to come on that, but I just want to forget this one sooner) so I was sooo tired getting up in time to have breakfast with this guy. I also had a hickey on my neck that was impossible to hide without a turtleneck – and really who wears a turtleneck in the summer? I made it to the diner on time, and as soon as he walked up I knew it just wasn't going to work. I was not at all attracted to him, but again I thought that it's always good to meet new people anyway and how is one supposed to politely extricate themselves from a date before it starts?

Seriously I wish I had just cancelled. We sit down and it felt like an interview for a wife. When he wasn't asking me questions about what I'm looking for in a man he was talking about himself. Now there's nothing wrong with talking about yourself, but….he didn't stop. And everything he said sounded rehearsed, as though he was trying too hard to impress me.

I nearly rolled my eyes when he started name-dropping players from the NHL that he personally knows. When we finally got on a topic of conversation that was somewhat interesting (to me, anyway, I'm sure he finds himself fascinating) I couldn't actually get a word in anyway.

I nicely dropped him off at home after breakfast and almost as soon as I drove away my phone started going off with texts from him. It hasn't stopped.

To quote Chief Keef: “that's the shit I don't like!