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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

I'm a Woman . . . Not a Piece of Ass

Just in case the title hasn't already clued you in, I'm in a pissy mood.

I have had my personal Facebook page virtually since the inception of Facebook. I have thousands of "friends", many of whom I haven't vetted very well because they approached me through mutual friends or because we were gaming together.

I usually don't bother with the people that are in my spam folder, because Facebook has already deemed them losers. And after a very brief foray into the file to see what was there, I must say I agree with Facebook's judgement. 

However, I sometimes will add "friends" who have mutual friends.

We all know there are people lurking out there waiting to take advantage of lonely people. Whether they are looking for sex or money or simply the pleasure they receive from luring people into their web, taunting, or scaring them, it all adds up to the same thing. There are rotten people out there waiting to take advantage of others. (This doesn't just happen to women, it is happening to men everyday too. It has also become a preferred forum for bullying pre adolescents and teens.)

Some are easy to spot. They usually begin with, "Hello Mrs Sir, I am in the army and my name is Sanjid Baroom. How ares yous day."

Others seem like they are just lonely people looking for friends. They will suddenly IM you and say, "Hi! I see you are located in Albany. I am also a writer and I live in Albany too. Perhaps we could meet."

If you continue in a conversation, because writers do like to find their brethren, eventually the push will be on, I want to meet you. I want to have sex with you. Can we meet and have sex?

Sorry, buddy, I'm not a piece of ass for some ugly ass guy too cheap to hire a pro. You don't know me. You don't know what I like. You don't know what I look like. As far as you know I could be so ugly the only way you can perform is if I have a paper bag over my head. And I already know that the only way I want to see you is in a body bag.

I am not lonely. I am surrounded by the best family a woman could ever hope for. I am not sex deprived. If I were to meet you I would bring the whips and the handcuffs, and believe me, they wouldn't be fur lined cuffs. 

I can be your best friend and help you through life, or I can be your worst nightmare. Watch out how you treat me, because what you do and say will decide how I will come back at you.



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  1. Sis I agree plenty asses out there... I LOl at some of the things they say.. they can only see my profile if they are friends yet they say they love my pic.. one time i had a guy as my pic.. I have great fun asking where their seeing eye dog is and their white cane.. when they come back and say they have none I say well you must be blind as you cannot see my profile pic loll then block them...

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    1. Hugs, Jen.

      Most of the time I find them amusing.

      The day I wrote this article one particularly abrasive man said the wrong thing to me. I had just read another article about a rapist getting off with only 30 days. I have worked with rape victims and done a lot of public speaking on the subject.

      The guy was lucky I used my words in a blog, after the heat of my anger had cooled down.

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