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( Read on to see what happened... )
A few minutes later, I got IM'd by a screenname I didn't recognize. I responded, thinking it might have been someone I'd been emailing with from a dating site, but no, it was him. He thought I had him blocked, so he decided to try contacting me with a different screenname to get through.
No, that's not creepy or stalkerish or anything, not at all. *rolling of eyes*
I open my email on BDSMSite and start reading...
"lookin for kinky or curious females to watch me shit on cam--"
BEEEEEEEEEEEP! I couldn't click delete quick enough...
-Vixen
When I see an email opening line like "Mail to me a pair of your..." displayed in my inbox on a vanilla dating site, my eyes start rolling of their own volition. Oh, boy, what kind of winner do we have behind door number 3? I open the message and it's this creepy looking guy 30 years my senior who lives 3 hours away, saying:
Mail to me a pair of your panties and I am your man to be your very own, but you have to be my woman also baby baby.. no more messing around....
Um, ok, let me get this straight. I'm supposed to ship off a pair of my panties and forsake all other men forevermore.... for a man 3 hours away and 30 years my senior who clearly has no CLUE how to entice a woman???
Um, no, thanks, I think I'll pass.
-Vixen
So I met a guy on SexSite recently... after a few online chats and phone conversations, we decided to meet. He seemed like he might be a good candidate... current grad student, former military, seemed charming and interesting and cute from his pictures...
Note the word seemed.
In person... his candidacy was... diminished. Not nearly as hawt in person, and seemed pretty firmly to be looking for someone to hook up with now and then in a very no-strings-attached kind of manner, not so much with the dating, befriending, and being regular lovers kind of thing. Between his job, grad school, and his special needs kid, he was very short on time, and between that and his cheating ex-wife, he was very short on interest in an ongoing relationship of any sort. Charming!
Yeah, there was just something a little offputting about him.
And then he started totally creeping me out - not by being particularly creepy himself, but talking about our government and the things they can/are doing these days sans warrants.
You see, Mr. Top Secret Creep Factor was a federal agent, an investigator for the Department of Defense, and former state trooper (oh, and the State Trooper factor was SO obvious. Probably contributed to why my pot-smokin' ass wasn't terribly interested in him).
And he started telling me things that got me progressively more and more creeped out.
- Mood:
distressed
So I'm chatting with a guy from SexSite who seems (so far) to be pretty spiffy... attractive young lawyer, nice personality, etc. We discover that we went to the same grad school. After some virtual high-fiving, this exchange ensues.
YoungLawyer: we probably sat next to each other in a restaurant on College Street
YoungLawyer: I was the guy staring at you, lol
Me: awww shucks aren't you sweet <smooch>
Me: or creepy. can't decide which.
YoungLawyer: creepy, definitely creepy, lol
YoungLawyer: I AM a pervert
Humor or warning sign? You decide.
-Vixen
- Mood:
awake
And then it was like someone flipped the crazy switch, and the conversation just got ever so much more... surreal.
- Mood:
amused
