So I’m online today (mind you, not in a chat room or anything) and I get this IM out of the blue from someone whose screen name does not ring any bells. I do a quick profile check - “Heather,” Ohio, female, married. I know no one in Ohio. Who the fuck is this? She opens with, “i just wanted to know how the weather is.” Thinking weather.com might be a better news source than some random schmoe you IM’d out of the blue on AOL, I sent her that exactly link. Her response? “That wasn’t nice.” It wasn’t? How was it not nice? You asked, I sent. And in case you’re missing the not-so-subtle hint, I’m not particularly interested in meeting married women from Ohio - can’t imagine why you don’t know this. But that was “not nice,” and then you ask where I live. Did you really think I was going to tell you where I live? I ask why I was the lucky recipient of your meteorological inquiries, and you say you searched the member profiles for “someone from San Diego.” Now, my profile is fairly clear that I’m a gay man and that I’m not online looking to meet married female Ohioians, so I ask if you read it. Yes, she knows that, but that’s ok, “because I’m married,” and she just wants someone to talk to other than her husband.
Aw, ain’t that cute?
Now go the fuck away.
Maybe if I had the time to chat. Maybe if I didn’t already have 5,000 friends and didn’t need any more (that’s in real life - I’m not even counting the ones from online). Maybe if I wasn’t already juggling about seven IM’s from people I actually know. Maybe if this hadn’t been the 4,132,897th time someone had IM’d me out of the blue. Maybe if I believed for one second the conversation wouldn’t devolve into a “so you’re, like, gay?” conversation (which they have all invariably done). Maybe if we had something in common off the bat - like, being in the same time zone, for example. Maybe. Maybe. But honey, if your life is so sad that you need to randomly pick complete strangers off the internet to talk to for no reason (let alone ones that have would have absolutely nothing in common with you), you need a lot more than advice from some queer in San Diego. So, in the meantime, please just go away. No, I won’t be rude or mean, but I will be blunt. And calling me “not nice” when I’m honest about not wanting to talk to you isn’t going to somehow guilt me into changing my mind - if anything, I’ll just take the extra second to type your name into my “blocked” list, to be extra sure I won’t ever hear from you again.
Like I said, if this hadn’t already happened more times than I could count, maybe…
Esprix, are you for fucking real? You got an unsolicited IM? Holy shit, call the Feds!
I’ve come to the conclusion that in order to make your little world go round, you need to be constantly bitching about something, no matter how insignificant. I can just imagine what you’re like to wait on in a restaurant.
Gee, let’s hope your rant for tomorrow will be as culturally enlightening. I can’t wait to read **Hey Hangnail! Step the fuck off my otherwise annoyance-free body! **
And Garbo, if you vant to be alone, use the fucking Block All option, and save us some bandwidth.
Wierd. My girlfriend uses MS Messenger, not AOL, and even if she did, she got divorced more than two years ago and I’m suprised she hasn’t updated her profile by now, but I bet she’s wondering how I managed to pull a “hat trick” for four days straight.
Heh.
My limited experience with AOL messenger generally didn’t go beyond “R U gay or R U str8?” I don’t know what it was about living in the Dallas area but I got an awful lot of IMs from guys who were cruising the internet.
Oh, my. Oh, my oh my oh my. And just when I thought you’d learned some civility. Why you’ve chosen (yet again) to resort to unprovoked and personal insult is certainly confusing, but there it is - we shall have at it again, as much as I’d hoped it wouldn’t have become necessary. {sigh}
If anyone wants to pull up a chair, please feel free. Sadly, at the moment I have to go to sleep, for I do have a new job to start in the morning - but fear not! My talents do not lie fallow, but rather will rest up their energies for a most splendid display of pyrotechnics come tomorrow! I can only hope that the moderators and administrators of this board take heed of your general jerkishness, for I, having Secret Reg Clique Powers[sup]TM[/sup], may be forced to use them. [NOTE: The previous sentence should be read with :rolleyes: firmly in place.]
Fenris, be a dear and warm up the audience, won’t you? Thank you. You know how much I appreciate you.
Esprix
(Oh, and MGibson, why do you think I’ve kept AOL all these years? )
I ask why I was the lucky recipient of your meteorological inquiries, and you say you searched the member profiles for “someone from San Diego.” Now, my profile is fairly clear that I’m a gay man and that I’m not online looking to meet married female Ohioians, so I ask if you read it. Yes, she knows that, but that’s ok, “because I’m married,” and she just wants someone to talk to other than her husband.
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