My daughter (who is 20 BTW) has been chatting and e-mailing with someone she met online for a couple of days. She received an e-mail from him early yesterday but because of her school and work schedule didn’t read it until last night.
Approximately 5 minutes after she reads his e-mail (but before she gets a chance to respond) she gets another e-mail from the same guy that says something like if she’s not going to answer him then maybe they should just stop talking to each other. This was immediately followed by another e-mail saying that she’d just eventually break his heart.
She was incredulous and immediately decided that he fit into the psycho, creep, potential stalker category. It had been less than 8 hours since he sent his e-mail and he was already getting upset that she didn’t answer? Definitely pegged the creep-o-meter. So, she responded to his e-mail and said, “yes, I agree, maybe we shouldn’t talk anymore” to which he responded:
“Your mom’s a slut”
At this point my daughter started laughing hysterically. I asked what was so funny and she told me and now my husband and I were laughing hysterically.
Yes, that’s right ladies and gentlemen. Apparently I’m a slut. Glad I finally found out. That does explain some things.
[sub]she’s extremely happy that she never met him IRL[/sub]
Me, too.
I had an episode with a cyberstalker, and she was demanding in the same way. DarlingDaughter needs to tell the clod to bugger off, and not contact him anymore. It can get ugly very fast…
I forgot to add that she replied to his “Your mom’s a slut” e-mail with one of her own that went something like this (I’m paraphrasing)
“Thanks for giving us something to laugh about over dinner. My mom may be a slut but you couldn’t pay her enough to suck your mom’s dick.”
He hasn’t responded so I suppose this is the end of it. Good riddance.
But wait, there’s more, let me tell you another story.
About 10 years ago I was newly divorced and in charge of the entertainment for the company christmas party. As I wasn’t dating anyone I decided to attend the party solo. It was a bold move for me at the time. I took my daughter with me to Ross to purchase a suitable but cheap party dress. The function was “cocktail attire” and I knew that everyone was getting fairly gussied up.
I looked at every conceivable little black dress but eventually rejected them all. Then my daughter hands me this bright, screaming, flaming red number with a mandarin collar. I handed it back and said no way and she said, c’mon, just try it on.
So I did and it fit perfectly and really looked like a million bucks. OK, if I was bold enough to go dateless apparently I was bold enough to wear a bright red dress.
A small group of co-workers were meeting at Patti’s (the executive admin asst) house for cocktails before the party. I was running late and so arrived at Patti’s after the rest of the group was already there. There were abut 8 of them. I knocked on the door, Patti called “come on in” I opened the door and walked in and in unision they all yelled
SLUT!
apparently just before I arrived they had been talking about how all the women were wearing black dresses and that the woman who wore the red dress to the company christmas party was usually the company slut.
Yes, folks, that’s me. Further proof of my true nature.
Waiting to see a pic of you in your slut red dress… I think that should be a new color… Slut Red… It would apply to nail polish, dresses, and lipstick… I like it… Maybe they should make a slut red crayon…
