Sit on MySpace
Buddy of mine keeps trying to convince me that I should build one of those "MySpace.com" sights. He's got one and apparently doesn't want to look like a total loser because there are zero people on his friends list or something. Anyway the four or five times that I have told myself that "Okay, today I'll build the thing and see what is what." Every time I have fully intended to do that I see an article in the paper or something on the news about that sight that spooks me away.
Seems that MySpace in now the prefered hunting ground for the sexual predator. Granted, I'm not too worried about being molested or anything like that .. hell, that might just be a welcome change of pace ... but my luck, or lack thereof, some crazed paranoid finger would point at me accusing me of naughty, naughtiness.
Two guys recently, in separate incidents were busted for meeting up with and "meeting up with" these gals they met on that sight. One from New York and the other from Connecticut. The guys were of course in their 30s-40s and the gals were of course not-yet-legal. Both cases had them meeting at some kind of neutral sight .. both motels by the way, so this wasn't a case of the kidnap rape thing .. and naturally busted sometime afterward when mommy and daddy found out. Like I said, both cases were consensual "hook-ups" but in the eyes of the law ... YOU'RE BUSTED!
Don't get me wrong here I'm not that kind of guy wrong is wrong no matter the visual temptation, but I know I would fall into the wrong spot and say something questionably stupid.
KNOCK, KNOCK ... F.B.I.
I was actually propositioned like this at work one day. To this day I still feel this is the funniest thing that ever happened to me in my three years there. Two years ago, late April early May, working away la-la-la .. his gal comes up to me and uh .. I'm a guy I looked, can't help it. So she starts asking me questions about working there. I figured at least 16-17 but turns out she's only 15, a well developed 15 mind you but .. EEEEENT! RED FLAG! RED FLAG! RED FLAG! (not that 16-17 would make things better by the way)
So she is asking me how old you have to be to work there, which is how I found out her age. I told her that normally it's 16 years old with working papers and permission from parents and such. Also the state allows 2-3 people not yet 16 to work under restricted conditions etc etc ... I pointed her out to the right people to ask for and contact info and thought that was that. Then she turns things another direction entirely ... She looks me up and down and says, "You look like you know how to have a good time, I'm kinda new around here and need to get out, we should hook up, I'll make it worth your while." All this time doing her best flirting Lolita act.
Luckily for me, the gods of perfect timing were on my side. I was paged to a phone call at that very moment. Scooted off to the back room scratching my head.
It took me a moment or two to absorb what had just happened, that's when the absurdity hit me. Things like that are funny to me, god only knows what that makes me, but I can't help but to find humor in the seemingly and percieved innocent turning out to be dirtier then I will ever be.
I have told that story a few times and have gotten two distinct reactions from everyone that had heard it. For the female response, there was always a shocked "Oh my God, What did you do?" reaction. For the guys I told, it was the same thing but, every one of them, from age 17 to upper 50s asked one more question ...
"Was she hot?"
My answer has always been the same .... FOR THE RECORD: I didn't notice.
Off the record, "WOW" .. and thank god I don't have a daughter.
Anyway, poking around the MySpace sight I can see it seems to be filled with the teenie-bopper type. I really don't relate all that well with that thought capacity. It's an absence of 'worth' and 'consequence'. I may have had that kind of thought rationale once upon a time, but I really don't understand it now. The worth being "I see it, I need it I have to have it now. I don't care what it takes as long as it's mine." and it's that mentality in reference to a third or fourth pair of shoes. Forget a car payment or insurance, I need my bling.
It's hard to explain.
I'll give you another example then move on with my crotchety old man routine. I saw this kid the other day he had no less then three pieces of head gear adorned. He was one of those white boy wanna be types who by the way are some of the funniest human beings on the planet, their denial is my favorite fodder .. Anyway, he had on one of those black nylon mesh head wraps, atop that a white doo-rag with the long cape-tail thing and finally the hat. The base ball hat worn for some odd reason barely attached to the head and tilts far off center. Jamie Kennedy and Ali G wish they could be as hysterical as this kid. I seriously just don't get it.
Ah soo whatever. It's a rather nice day out but I have to work. If I was into the MySpace mentality, I'd call out and just "chill".
Seems that MySpace in now the prefered hunting ground for the sexual predator. Granted, I'm not too worried about being molested or anything like that .. hell, that might just be a welcome change of pace ... but my luck, or lack thereof, some crazed paranoid finger would point at me accusing me of naughty, naughtiness.
Two guys recently, in separate incidents were busted for meeting up with and "meeting up with" these gals they met on that sight. One from New York and the other from Connecticut. The guys were of course in their 30s-40s and the gals were of course not-yet-legal. Both cases had them meeting at some kind of neutral sight .. both motels by the way, so this wasn't a case of the kidnap rape thing .. and naturally busted sometime afterward when mommy and daddy found out. Like I said, both cases were consensual "hook-ups" but in the eyes of the law ... YOU'RE BUSTED!
Don't get me wrong here I'm not that kind of guy wrong is wrong no matter the visual temptation, but I know I would fall into the wrong spot and say something questionably stupid.
KNOCK, KNOCK ... F.B.I.
I was actually propositioned like this at work one day. To this day I still feel this is the funniest thing that ever happened to me in my three years there. Two years ago, late April early May, working away la-la-la .. his gal comes up to me and uh .. I'm a guy I looked, can't help it. So she starts asking me questions about working there. I figured at least 16-17 but turns out she's only 15, a well developed 15 mind you but .. EEEEENT! RED FLAG! RED FLAG! RED FLAG! (not that 16-17 would make things better by the way)
So she is asking me how old you have to be to work there, which is how I found out her age. I told her that normally it's 16 years old with working papers and permission from parents and such. Also the state allows 2-3 people not yet 16 to work under restricted conditions etc etc ... I pointed her out to the right people to ask for and contact info and thought that was that. Then she turns things another direction entirely ... She looks me up and down and says, "You look like you know how to have a good time, I'm kinda new around here and need to get out, we should hook up, I'll make it worth your while." All this time doing her best flirting Lolita act.
Luckily for me, the gods of perfect timing were on my side. I was paged to a phone call at that very moment. Scooted off to the back room scratching my head.
It took me a moment or two to absorb what had just happened, that's when the absurdity hit me. Things like that are funny to me, god only knows what that makes me, but I can't help but to find humor in the seemingly and percieved innocent turning out to be dirtier then I will ever be.
I have told that story a few times and have gotten two distinct reactions from everyone that had heard it. For the female response, there was always a shocked "Oh my God, What did you do?" reaction. For the guys I told, it was the same thing but, every one of them, from age 17 to upper 50s asked one more question ...
"Was she hot?"
My answer has always been the same .... FOR THE RECORD: I didn't notice.
Off the record, "WOW" .. and thank god I don't have a daughter.
Anyway, poking around the MySpace sight I can see it seems to be filled with the teenie-bopper type. I really don't relate all that well with that thought capacity. It's an absence of 'worth' and 'consequence'. I may have had that kind of thought rationale once upon a time, but I really don't understand it now. The worth being "I see it, I need it I have to have it now. I don't care what it takes as long as it's mine." and it's that mentality in reference to a third or fourth pair of shoes. Forget a car payment or insurance, I need my bling.
It's hard to explain.
I'll give you another example then move on with my crotchety old man routine. I saw this kid the other day he had no less then three pieces of head gear adorned. He was one of those white boy wanna be types who by the way are some of the funniest human beings on the planet, their denial is my favorite fodder .. Anyway, he had on one of those black nylon mesh head wraps, atop that a white doo-rag with the long cape-tail thing and finally the hat. The base ball hat worn for some odd reason barely attached to the head and tilts far off center. Jamie Kennedy and Ali G wish they could be as hysterical as this kid. I seriously just don't get it.
Ah soo whatever. It's a rather nice day out but I have to work. If I was into the MySpace mentality, I'd call out and just "chill".