This week in online dating fuckery….
“Grab my attention, huh? Well I’m certainly interested in being locked from top to bottom. I just need to get rid of these cold sores and finish this prescription for this HPV…”
Okay, so I really didn’t say this but it sure would have been a hoot to see what Mister Carmel had to say.
Most of the time these foolish tyoes of messages are simply ignored but every now and then, I’ll reply. I know this is a little odd, but sometimes I just want to pass the time being entertained by these idiots.
I’m realizing more and more that the number of “special” man in the universe seems to have reached epidemic proportions. Here we have one that is stupid enough to think that my response was a great thing and, is so slow he didn’t catch an iota of that sarcasm.
This is the kind of mess you might expect from a youngster but oh no little grasshoppers, they come in all ranges. It’s funny how some people like my mother keeps suggesting that I get out of my age range, go for the older and more seasoned but it doesn’t seem to matter.
Here we have a man who’s knocking on 50’s door and probably thought his message was THE cleverest ever. I never responded after that but since then, he’s reached out THREE other times wondering if we could make a date. You know, because his lines are just so damn smooth.
Buh bye fool.
Until there’s a cure…