Obviously, this thread is ridiculous. That’s entirely the point for those who haven’t quite grasped the concept yet. The online world is a dangerous one. This is a silly attempt to instigate a conversation that hopefully provides a bit of insight to those whom are uninformed and perhaps possibly save someone some grief. Nothing more, nothing less. A few chuckles along the way doesn’t hurt either….
Seriousness aside. Time for another tale, no?
I had two matches last week. One a pre op trans girl who was alarmingly gorgeous. The other a blond goddess. Same night.
This, quite honestly, was a curve ball I really wasn’t prepared for. Where to start?
Of course, I began with the trans he/she first. A plan was developing. I very politely responded. Being supportive (I am) and encouraging. I wanted badly to engage her in a discussion.
My intention was to send he/she Caber’s and Diver’s cell numbers to provoke a Zero Dark Thirty texting threesome story that our future grandchildren will speak of in dark corners, with great reverence for some time to come. Knowing where both of these fools live only made me laugh harder…
Sadly, that particular fish wiggled its way off the hook. So far.
Time to talk to the goddess. This one throws me for a bit of a loop. My entire strategy is built around the big ugly girls. Screw it. No guts, no glory. I feel the need. The need for speed. Time to change the profile pic. I’m Tom f’n Cruise now.
It works!
She’s tall, blond, blue eyes. Long curvy hair. Early 20’s. Perfection embodied.
It’s then that I notice she has her age listed as 41. Huh?
Ohhhh. I get it. Another scammer. Game on!
Now keep in mind, said goddess engaged me first. She (?) had no idea what was about to befell her. (Please be a her)
I replied back. Told her she looked exactly like my 80’s crush.
She asked who.
I replied, “Blair from the Facts of Life”. LOL!
No reply for the next four days. I let her percolate….like a fine milkshake. I give the tranny a shoutout or two in the meantime, but that dog won’t hunt yet. So, I wait.
Finally, she gets back to me. Her reply is a simple smiley face emoti. I intend on making her wait four days for a reply as well. Fair is fair right?. It didn’t take that long.
Within 12 hours, I receive a splendidly eloquent reply.
“???”
Game on! Lol
I blast her with both barrels. Telling her she’s rude for not replying promptly and I’m terribly hurt by her inconsideration. Pure arse snowflake mode.
She, by FAR did not anticipate such a response. Goddesses of course don’t get talked to that way. EVER.
She tries to smooth things over…. baby. Perfect!
I forgive her. Tell her the only reason the ingratitude hasn’t resulted in her not being my 80’s crush anymore is because Nancy McKeon has already blocked me on Twitter.
I’ve yet to her back from her. LOL
Tree
PS: Ken. I haven’t forgotten about you pal. It’s my new special project. She (?) nearly has a full head of teeth and is dtf. Stay tuned, I know where you live too.