Sunday, July 3, 2011

So, I'm kind of terrible at posting on a schedule

Umm, insert excuse about two new jobs completely taking over my life here, and I'm sorry. <3

Oddly enough, I heard from Steve, the tux salesman, despite the fact that I told him not to contact me ever again, twice. I even mentioned that when he started texting me. So then he tried to pretend to be somebody else, despite the fact that he viewed my Casual Kiss profile literally a minute before texting me (yes, Steve, I check my views), and the fact that I still have his phone number saved in my phone. He even tried to convince me that his name was Steve Wonder. Like, I get it, you're twelve years older than me. We're from different generations. That does not in any way mean I don't know who Stevie freaking Wonder is. And when I played along and said, "Okay Mr. Wonder, what's your username so I can remind myself who you are?" he freaked out. I love when they try to play it off like I'm the bad guy for wanting to check who I'm talking to. Like, what did he think would happen? Some random guy who won't even tell me how to find his profile online wants to talk to me, and then what? We talk and meet up and I never put two and two together? Um, duh. You fail, Sir.

So, in the name of public service, here's the link to his profile and his picture. Don't waste your time, ladies. Dude's a fucking creep.



OH, and on another note, Mr. Snickers Bar, also known as Wayne texted me again, and actually managed to piss me off enough for me to cut off all contact with him too. He asked me when we were going to see each other again, so he could "spank that ass". I told him if that was his plan, we would not be hanging out, and that he pretty much didn't have permission to touch me outside of a hand shake. He actually said "Says who?". Seriously? What kind of redundant question is that? I JUST said it, dill-weed. Then he says "You've been over ruled." Uhh, no, cuz I can guaran-damn-tee your skeezy self never gets to touch me. Remember that whole part where you don't know where to find me. Seriously, first he tries to impress me with fatal injury and now he tells me he's going to sexually assault me. Classy. Avoid this one, too, ladies.