You go on Facebook, My Space or any other social networking site with the best intentions (Call it "My date rape and murder and body found in a shallow grave 2 weeks later, if you're dumb enough to meet someone you talked to on line"). And it becomes a creep congregation. You just want to get in contact with someone for networking friendship or a business transaction and it turns into perv free-for-all.
I joined a site to sell jewelry and the freaks came out of the woodwork. Jackass #1 calls himself "Well Hung"; next winner calls himself "Porn69". Do they realize I could be 12; do you want to end up on Dateline NBC? "I thought she was 25"; sure you did.
Anyway, why do people do this crap? Is it any different than the garbage that makes the sounds and gestures to you when you walk down the street? If only my hard, cold stare carried the Ebola virus, I could have taken care of this problem long ago.
I would like to share with you a reply I sent to a master of subtlety:
Dear Sir,
Or shall I call you by your other name, "Recently Released Sex Offender"? I am just a simple lass, trying to make a busisness transaction. I have no interest in a hook up, dirty messages or being sent private photos. I know you are from the generation that hooks up first, asks questions later, like "why don't you like being chained to my radiator? I thought you enjoyed crying and blood? Wasn't in your profile?"
But I, sir, don't tolerate this sort of guff. Now I ask you to leave me be; go back to your collection of underage prostitute body parts you have stuffed in your large freezer and who knows? If you wish real hard, maybe you can create one whole girl from that mess. Go away creep.
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