Hey all! Sorry it's been a while...I've written drafts, then deleted drafts, then done it all over again. I get a little freaked out about what I write after my step-mom asked me to elaborate on my "You Bet Your Ass I'm Triggered" post. So I've been picky on my subjects. Anyhoo...onto today's post.
DON'T GIVE YOUR PHONE NUMBER TO STRANGERS!!! Specifically, if you're a woman, don't give your phone number to strange men.
I made this mistake a couple of weeks ago. There's this guy that I've seen around for years. I've always wondered about what kind of guy he is, and admittedly, I thought he was pretty cute. So, a couple of weeks ago, I saw him out and about and worked up the nerve to finally talk to him. We exchanged pleasantries, and before we parted ways, I gave him my number in hopes that maybe he'd ask me on a date or something.
I didn't hear from him for a few days and just shrugged it off...but hey, at least I put myself out there. Then a few days later, my phone buzzed with a new text message. IT WAS HIM!!! I got a little excited, until I read the message. "Hey Sabrina, it's ______...I'm 36 and I live with my parents" along with a selfie reflected in an insanely dirty mirror. It was that moment that I realized, huh...maybe he's not my type. Not that I judge anyone for living with their parents if they're like, going to college, or helping to take care of an ill parent...but this guy lives at home because "it's easy and I don't have to pay much for rent". BLEGH!! I just quit responding and hoped that maybe he'd get the hint. Surprise, surprise...he didn't.
Fast forward to last week. I got a message from him again "your top 5 favorite artists and albums, go!"...me, being the nice gal that I am, wracked my brain for a good 10 minutes and came up with my list. He then proceeded to tell me why my choices were crap, and how his were better (EYE ROLL). I just let it go, and went about with my couch-potationg. As I was getting ready to head to bed, I got dinged with another text from him, more talk about why his choices in music were better than mine. I told him that I was getting ready to hit the hay because I wasn't feeling well when he hit me with this gem; "You know what makes anyone feel better, no matter what? An ORGASAM!". EWWW. Then he got weirder, like stuck on the fact that people cum, and even went so far to ask me what I like to think about when I "take care of myself". Like, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! I've heard of unsolicited dick pics...but unsolicited sexts?! That's a whole new level of fucking gross right there. I haven't responded since, but he's still going on with his one-sided sexting (and probably two-handed jerking off)...and I'm hoping he gets the hint that I have lost all interest in him.
I know you're probably thinking, "Well, Verta, why didn't you tell him off?". Quite frankly, it's because I don't want to end up as a Verta-skin Rug in his parents basement.
So kids, in conclusion, don't give your phone number to strangers. Just go on a date before exchanging digits.
DON'T GIVE YOUR PHONE NUMBER TO STRANGERS!!! Specifically, if you're a woman, don't give your phone number to strange men.
I made this mistake a couple of weeks ago. There's this guy that I've seen around for years. I've always wondered about what kind of guy he is, and admittedly, I thought he was pretty cute. So, a couple of weeks ago, I saw him out and about and worked up the nerve to finally talk to him. We exchanged pleasantries, and before we parted ways, I gave him my number in hopes that maybe he'd ask me on a date or something.
I didn't hear from him for a few days and just shrugged it off...but hey, at least I put myself out there. Then a few days later, my phone buzzed with a new text message. IT WAS HIM!!! I got a little excited, until I read the message. "Hey Sabrina, it's ______...I'm 36 and I live with my parents" along with a selfie reflected in an insanely dirty mirror. It was that moment that I realized, huh...maybe he's not my type. Not that I judge anyone for living with their parents if they're like, going to college, or helping to take care of an ill parent...but this guy lives at home because "it's easy and I don't have to pay much for rent". BLEGH!! I just quit responding and hoped that maybe he'd get the hint. Surprise, surprise...he didn't.
Fast forward to last week. I got a message from him again "your top 5 favorite artists and albums, go!"...me, being the nice gal that I am, wracked my brain for a good 10 minutes and came up with my list. He then proceeded to tell me why my choices were crap, and how his were better (EYE ROLL). I just let it go, and went about with my couch-potationg. As I was getting ready to head to bed, I got dinged with another text from him, more talk about why his choices in music were better than mine. I told him that I was getting ready to hit the hay because I wasn't feeling well when he hit me with this gem; "You know what makes anyone feel better, no matter what? An ORGASAM!". EWWW. Then he got weirder, like stuck on the fact that people cum, and even went so far to ask me what I like to think about when I "take care of myself". Like, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! I've heard of unsolicited dick pics...but unsolicited sexts?! That's a whole new level of fucking gross right there. I haven't responded since, but he's still going on with his one-sided sexting (and probably two-handed jerking off)...and I'm hoping he gets the hint that I have lost all interest in him.
I know you're probably thinking, "Well, Verta, why didn't you tell him off?". Quite frankly, it's because I don't want to end up as a Verta-skin Rug in his parents basement.
So kids, in conclusion, don't give your phone number to strangers. Just go on a date before exchanging digits.
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