Friday, September 6, 2013

When Did This Become. Crime?

     I'm talking about flirting. I am a big 'ole flirt. I admit it, I enjoy it. It goes no further than that. Makes for relaxed time. Doesn't at long, and then it's bye. That was nice, see ya soon. I do it with friends, I've done it with strangers, I've done it on social meda. It's just me, I don't mean to but it happens. Well tonight I learned a lesson. Ths guy had said hello on a social media sight, saying he tought I was pretty. Well who doesn't like to hear they are attractive to o done, especially when you're not used to it. I replied thank you, very sweet of you. Few days later. I get, "so how are you" I reply and for a month or so we just chatted occasionally. Lately he's been more stronger in hs sexual overtones. Okay I can handle him, I'm savvy. Tonight I get asked what turns me on, what do I find erotic. Okay, flirting turns semi sarcastic as in I'll tell you what you want to hear BUT I'm adding me to it. I say I like porn (not a lie) but I find erotica in most things. The way velvet or fur feels on your skin, textures as you eat food, scent on a private place on a person so that when you smell it it reminds you of that person. That there's an erotic sense to most things if you look. It's not just sex, it's what stimulates all of your senses. Now please note that I truly mean this, I believe it fully.   Next thing I know he asks to Skype with me, tells me we could have fun. NO THANK YOU!! Not interested. Then he mentions 80's music and tells me I let my girly side show before. I write back yes I am girly, joked about Catholic upbringing. Then tell him a funny story about Duran Duran that happened to me.  He says he never got it. I not know who it went to. I texted a pal there to see if he got it. Don't know. But then I see I have a message and lo and behold its a pic of his junk , saying we need to stop talking, don't I want this? I wrote back no and I don't need that on my page. Don't do it again. Then he writes back, calling me a tease and a slut!! Saying I led him on, which I didn't do. I was nice, yes flirty at it times, but that doesn't  a slut make.  I immediately blocked him at that point. I have already deleted people for being too over the top. Hes the first full blocked. I've gotten lots of people asking for pics or to Skype or Kik with them. No no no!!   I was really upset, I texted my friend again, poor guy, only one I know on there, so he got the brunt of my freak out. Forgive me friend if you read this.
     Then right after I shut down my laptop, I started to wonder if maybe I portray myself  in a way I don't realize. Am I being a slut by being able to trump a guy in a conversation where he starts talking sex and I outwit him by replying in a more genteel manor and humor. I got so upset I actually cried for a few minutes. My friends those I love and trust , for a moment I thought I betrayed you all. I think I have no business messaging with people. But I have met some of you on the Internet, several of you who are now my closest and dearet friends, I know you trust me and I trust you. Has it changed so much in 5 years? Is it all just one big meat market now?  Look I'm not a prude but I'm not skyping or sending nudes to these men.they have raw porn on their blogs already, it's not me I can't do that.  I DON'T BETRAY TRUST, I DON'T SHARE ME IN THAT MANNER. There are so many ladies who post nudes but yet I don't see them as sluts. More power to them, I just wonder if they get ths crap in their inboxes?  I like to be sexy for a special person, not everyone out there. What's special about that? I think it's nice to do things for your special someone because they matter, and you want something  private between you & them. I guess  shouldn't worry about the social website but boy I wrote a rant on it! Now I guess I'll be a bitch instead, lol.  Guess you can't win sometimes. I'm just going to post pics of Star Wars and doctor who from now on. Maybe it was a good lesson, I'll say it again, I dont think sluts blush as much as I do. Lol
Ciao for now peeps.

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