Mildly Appalled
What is it with these guys?! Once again, I've written back to a man who contacted me via the singles website I frequent, and he gave me his phone number in his second e-mail. For all he knows, I could be a crazy sick lunatic, and he's just handed me permanent contact information.
(FYI: I'm not a crazy sick lunatic -- as far as I know -- but he doesn't know that!)
Am I being overly cautious? Aren't these guys a little too trusting in assuming that everyone is automatically safe and sweet, just because we're on a Mormon singles website?
For better or worse, I called him a complete stranger in my response, explaining why I won't give him my permanent contact information just yet. I'm not trying to make him jump through hoops or anything -- this isn't a test -- I'm just trying to protect my butt here. Maybe in a week I'll give him the URL to this blog, but phone talking is still way off. Especially since I am exquisitely uncomfortable talking on the phone to every person on this planet except my mother and my father.
By the way, for anyone else who might be looking, I've changed the settings on this journal so that you don't need an account to comment. But I will be logging in your ISP addresses. (Not that I know what to do with them, but the computer boys at work probably would if I asked them.)
So to cheer me up, here's Stephen Fry trying desperately to act in Blackadder Goes Forth, and Hugh Bloody Laurie isn't helping. (Beware for language: Stephen uses a word that says that Hugh's parents were never married.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xi5doGtp0c
(FYI: I'm not a crazy sick lunatic -- as far as I know -- but he doesn't know that!)
Am I being overly cautious? Aren't these guys a little too trusting in assuming that everyone is automatically safe and sweet, just because we're on a Mormon singles website?
For better or worse, I called him a complete stranger in my response, explaining why I won't give him my permanent contact information just yet. I'm not trying to make him jump through hoops or anything -- this isn't a test -- I'm just trying to protect my butt here. Maybe in a week I'll give him the URL to this blog, but phone talking is still way off. Especially since I am exquisitely uncomfortable talking on the phone to every person on this planet except my mother and my father.
By the way, for anyone else who might be looking, I've changed the settings on this journal so that you don't need an account to comment. But I will be logging in your ISP addresses. (Not that I know what to do with them, but the computer boys at work probably would if I asked them.)
So to cheer me up, here's Stephen Fry trying desperately to act in Blackadder Goes Forth, and Hugh Bloody Laurie isn't helping. (Beware for language: Stephen uses a word that says that Hugh's parents were never married.)
Click to viewhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xi5doGtp0c