Ok, so I’m on campus and I finished my paper and e-mailed it to the instructor. I wander down to the study area with the starbucks to pop on, check e-mail and the boards.
Now, I’m not a nosy person. Well, not really anyway. But sometimes I am. I didn’t plan to be today though, I swear.
Waiting for the boards to load I happened to glance over towards the screen on my computer next to me (I’m at a different computer now - I had to move). This guy was on some IM system (I didn’t look close enough to find out), having cybersex. In a starbucks that’s in a library. And one of them was using a huge font so I could read everything that was going on. I need to burn my eyes out.
I’m not a prude, I guarantee that. But if there’s one place I wouldn’t think of cybering it would be in a library (or if I did, I’d check out a laptop from the circulation desk).
He’s still down there. Should I go sit at the table behind him and see what I can read?
I think you ought to sit behind him, read over his shoulder, and as he starts to type about how big and hard he is, laugh hysterically. I doubt it would take long for him to figure out what you’re laughing at and take the hint.
See if you can’t read the url of the place. Then, log in yourself and tell everyone in the chatroom he’s your prison inmate.
Or something.
I once saw a guy having cybersex and looking at porn in the labs over at college. I gave him a really dirty look and went back to what I was doing. (Looking up pictures of Mark Hamill).
Later, I walked by a classroom. This guy is teaching a class.
Ok, I ended up just going to class and ignoring it. And no, I didn’t check back after class to see if he was still in here. By that time it was 8, and I just wanted to go home.
But I had a good laugh about it going home. At least he was just…typing and not doing anything else.
i live in a house with my two best friends (who happen to be a couple - i knew them both seperately before the were together)
we have three networked computers - two downstairs and one up.
basically i came down early one saturday morning and he was in the kitchen making toast - i got my cup of tea and on my way back up stairs glanced at one of the pcs (whilst he was still in the kitchen) and he was cybersexing!
it was waaaaaaay too early in the morning for me to be dealing with this so i went back upstairs and bumped into his girlfriend (a nice, laidback gal) on her way to the bathroom and said:
“your boyfriend is cybersexing downstairs the filthy git.”
she laughed and asked if she could use the pc in my room. she logged into the chatroom he was in and proudly announced to everyone present that she was his girlfriend and trust her - he wasn’t that great - she hoped his cybersex sessions lasted longer than 4 minutes cos that was all she ever got out of him.
