Wait, what was that all about?
I got a greeting on Facebook last week from someone who hadn't even tried to add me into their list. (My friends list on FB is actually rather cluttered, as I got into a game in which ability to progress depends on having friends who play. The common solution to getting around this is to find the discussion group for the game, post like you know what you're doing, and before long you have virtual neighbors from around the world. And if anyone would like to manage an imaginary menagerie, I know just the place.)
I gave my standard response of "...? What's this about?"
She asked my location, I gave, city only.
She now claims to be a massage therapist, part time model. Suuure. I'm still checking for where we might have crossed paths, the one possibility I could think of wasn't it.
She asks how young I am (not the usual way to ask, but I get mistaken for a lot younger than I really am all the time.) She also attempted to butter me up on the attractiveness angle, which caught me off guard like it always does... did the standards of what it is to be attractive as a guy get turned 180 degrees, back to front, Everything You Know Is Wrong style ten years ago... and nobody told me?
After that, she goes a step too far and asks my relationship status. At this point I have Had Enough, like the snake in Kentucky that bit its handler, who despite his self-claimed religious training and protection, died.
I could have played the Damaged Goods card, but that hadn't really worked the last time. But why exactly did I do THIS?
If you're looking for someone to talk dirty to , I already have someone for that- and to add to the mystery factor, the conversations happens in a language I don't quite understand.
My actual words, copied and pasted from the chat window as they happened about three hours ago.
Technically true, although it's not like Inês is anything current... although she DID ask back while I was in Florida whether I had plans to visit and see some World Cup action... which if I had been asked a year earlier I might have researched and even actually DONE...
I gave my standard response of "...? What's this about?"
She asked my location, I gave, city only.
She now claims to be a massage therapist, part time model. Suuure. I'm still checking for where we might have crossed paths, the one possibility I could think of wasn't it.
She asks how young I am (not the usual way to ask, but I get mistaken for a lot younger than I really am all the time.) She also attempted to butter me up on the attractiveness angle, which caught me off guard like it always does... did the standards of what it is to be attractive as a guy get turned 180 degrees, back to front, Everything You Know Is Wrong style ten years ago... and nobody told me?
After that, she goes a step too far and asks my relationship status. At this point I have Had Enough, like the snake in Kentucky that bit its handler, who despite his self-claimed religious training and protection, died.
I could have played the Damaged Goods card, but that hadn't really worked the last time. But why exactly did I do THIS?
If you're looking for someone to talk dirty to , I already have someone for that- and to add to the mystery factor, the conversations happens in a language I don't quite understand.
My actual words, copied and pasted from the chat window as they happened about three hours ago.
Technically true, although it's not like Inês is anything current... although she DID ask back while I was in Florida whether I had plans to visit and see some World Cup action... which if I had been asked a year earlier I might have researched and even actually DONE...