The funny thing is, that this would all be so much less creepy (though I still don’t find it creepy, just generic) if it was reworded and was just made part of his profile.
You know, I think it does push it more from creepy to cheesy. Or maybe it’s just that it’s the **opener **that’s really creepy, and then cheesy-stuff-about-him on top of creepy-stuff-about-you just serves to intensify the original creepitude factor.
I don’t necessarily object to that either. In fact, I much prefer to meet sooner rather than later because there’s no sense in having days and weeks of good email only to find the connection/chemistry is just not there in person.
ETA: But not before at least exchanging a couple/few emails.
The email, especially the opener, dinged my “creepy meter”. So if it is just a generic mass email and he isn’t driving around in one of those window-less vans then he might want to rethink his approach. Or maybe that works on the type of woman he wants to be with (which puts it back in the creepy camp).
Hey, there’s nothing to say he *can’t *be driving around in his unmarked van *and *hanging out the window to lick his lips (/moustache) at every woman he thinks is hot.
That is hysterical! Seriously, I’d like to know what goes through these people’s heads. I mean obviously this is someone who wants/needs to control another person, so why would he deliberately contact someone that is not controllable? Is it the added challenge? I’m boggled.
I’m pretty sure he saw “BDSM” in my profile and his brain vapor-locked. He even accused me of not being a “true submissive”, which is so cliche in online-kinkyland that it has a floor-length grey beard. I’m sure this guy has never had a relationship outside of chatroom fantasy, nor has he ever lived outside of his mother’s basement.
Kaio is right. I get so tired of someone who finds out that I’m a sub and thinks that means they can order me to please them. You’re not my master, dumbass.
Okay, honestly, too good not to share. Please forgive me for indulging my less-than-noble pointing-and-laughing impulses.
…just like “No offense” invariably precedes a highly offensive statement. I knew I was in for a treat.
Translation: he’s threatened by strong women and those who switch. At this point, the obvious question pops into my head, “If you don’t like me, why are you writing me?”
In context, my mention of chemo was both offhanded and the least important part of the overall statement; in essence I was saying I’ve made a choice in my life not to waste time unnecessarily. I think the backdraft from the whoosh tousled his hair. There may have been a sonic boom involved.
Oh yes, please, insult me. Why, what girl’s heart wouldn’t be going pitty-pat by now?
I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not “a submissive” then, isn’t it? Cuz gee, apparently there’s only one way to be submissive. Who knew?
After all of that, this is priceless.
And I did not, in fact, choose to waste time by checking out his answers. Guess I was too lazy.
Also, I’ve hate a spate of creepers lately, what the hell is that? Like, six in a row, not even the bland “I’m fishing but making no real effort” kind of thing, but actively weird.
The stupid, it burns: “How often do people try tickling your feet during the foot routine? Looks like they can get stuck.” Foot routine is on the SPANISH WEB. I have no idea why he thought tickling was involved. Or why it should be funny.
Most of them are old enough to be my father (EW), but the latest is obsessed with the fact that I’m queer. Uh, NO, you can’t watch. :rolleyes:
Oooh, yeah, it’s a lot clearer now that you shared the text. He thinks he’s asserting control and being Big Man Dom. “I’m a dom, you’re a sub, now chop chop obey me!”
Oh…oh man. My sympathies, dude. I’m about as clueless as a child when it comes to picking up subtle cues, but even I could have seen that. “Going out for coffee” isn’t about coffee, it’s just a casual meeting that barely qualifies as a date.