I OUGHT to publish this retard’s name, but I won’t. My thoughts and what was going on at the time are in italics.
Him: How are u doing today ?
Me: good, and you?
Him: I am doing fine. I am david and u
Me: Hi, David. I’m Anne
Him: Wow u are looking cute and charming
Me: thanks
Him: You remind me if my mom
Me: so I look old (his MOM?!? WTF?!)
Him: Yes that what u are but age is just a number ok (Fuck you, buddy, “just a number!”)
Me: so how old are you? 17?
Him: I am 41 now and u ? (41? and I look like his MOM? What as ass. What a smooth talker! snort)
Me: 44, so there is no way I could be your mom (Damn, I should have said I was 34)
Him: Lol oh okay. You must be a funny person (yeah, buddy, you don’t know the half of it. Let’s have some fun…)
Me: You have no idea…
Him: I am from Springfield, MO and u (god, you’re American? I had you pegged for Arab or African)
Me: Little Rock
Him: are u married ?
Me: no – divorced for a little over a year. You?
Him: divorced for over 3 yrs now
Me: I think that being divorced beats the heck out of the alternative (like being married to someone you’d prefer not to be married to. Or dead.)
Him: Yes u are right. But my ex said she wants it and i plead on her but i think she has made her decisions (I guess she did, if you’ve been divorced 3 years. This guy didn’t understand what I mean by “the alternative.”)
Me: I’m delighted to finally be divorced.
Him: Oh okay. i like the smile on your face is the the way u always smile ? (No, usually I have the rictus of a grimace when I talk to idiots like you.)
Me: On my 360 page? oh, that’s almost a kind of Mona Lisa look, isn’t it (wonder if this moron is wondering who Mona is)
Him: Yeap
Me: usually I have a big s-eating grin (should have typed “shit” to see if he’d run)
Him: I will like to look that smile on your face on day Hope u will like that (If you ever see my face it will be with a taunting grin on it, you had better believe…)
Me: that’s a very sweet thing to say
Him: oh okay Well i am a very passionate person (passionate? Does he know what that means? It is a big word with three syllables.)
Me: So am I, but I laugh a lot
Him: My friend do say that i am kind of like giving (what friends? you seem like a loser to me)
Me: so how did you find me?
Him: My heart directed me to you In 360 yahoo (Your heart. What a load of crap.)
Me: what did you see there that interested you?
Him: Just the pics The little smile on your face (he didn’t read the page, obviously)
Me: oh
Him: Do you have a cam ? (get the fuck out! He didn’t read the first line on the page!)
Me: you didn’t read my page, did you?
Him: Nope
Me: If you had read my page, you would know the answer to that
Him: That u can’t cam with me
Me: sort of… (god, jackass, go read the freaking page!)
Him: well i don’t understand what the page is (wonder if you understand anything? I bet you’d be proud if your IQ test came back negative.)
Me: There’s a statement at the very top of my page that says, “No, I will NOT cam with you.” and then there is a link you can click that will explain everything (so freaking READ it and GO AWAY)
Him: Yes i saw that (moron)
Me: so, why don’t you read it.
Him: okay
(pause)
Him: I have read it but it’s just saying funny things that i don’t understand (then how do you know it’s funny?)
Me: What do you not understand?
Him: Everything (alert the media – we have an honest man here, folks – he’s too stupid to try to bluff his way through this one. Film at eleven.)
Me: really
Him: Now lets forget about the profile ok and lets talk better here (Right. As if…)
Me: I don’t know that we will have very much to talk about
Him: Yes i am ready to talk about anything (you wouldn’t know how)
Me: Well, you have me at a disadvantage. You see, you have been to my 360 page, and you see what my interests are. You’ve even read how to get my attention, if you clicked the link and read that page. But I know absolutely NOTHING about you or your interests.
Him: well i am looking for a real committed relationship here and not here for head games (and that’s the only interest you have?)
Me: So…why don’t you tell me some of your interests?
Him: Oh well My interest is I want a woman that is faithful honest loyal and a passionate lady (um. Yeah. You said that. Do you really think I asked you to repeat yourself all over again? By this point I’ve started snickering out loud.)
Me: I see. Well, having a mate in mind is all well and good, but don’t you think that the friendship that comes before the mating should be based on something?
Him: Oh and what is it (No, you really DON’T have a clue, do you? I’m laughing out loud, now.)
Me: well, like, on common interests. Activities. Things you do besides stare into each other’s eyes. You know, the stuff conversations are made of.
Him: Yes. U are right. I was expecting you ask (Like I HAVEN’T?)
Me: so…what do you like to do?
Him: I like camping ,swimming dancing and watching movies (Ah. Progress. Maybe he has a brain cell after all.)
Me: All of those are good things. What kind of movies do you like?
Him: I like passions films and loves films (Passions and loves? Jeez…)
Me: You like chick flicks? NO WAY.
Him: No
Me: what do you mean by passion films? (like, Passion of the Christ? Like the Notebook? what?)
Him: I mean loving films (But not chick flicks. Any guy in America would think a “loving” film is a chick flick, idiot… At this point I am laughing really loud, and Jack, my 15 year old son, comes in to see what’s up. I show him the conversation. “Mom,” Jack says seriously, “the guy means porn.” “Oh my god! Really?” I gasp, and ask the question…)
Me: You mean porn?
Him: Have you watched dissapearing acts (disappearing porn…OMFG! “Jack! he means snuff films!” We’re both dying laughing.)
Me: um, no
Him: That’s the kind of film that i am saying very interesting (Jack and I are both laughing hysterically.)
Me: You mean snuff films? (“Mom! I can’t believe you asked him that!” Jack is shocked, but laughing.)
Him: It’s a kind of loving film he teaches how someone needs to take care of women . it’s emotional (What an idiot! How should I respond? Oh! I know!)
Me: Oh. well. I like comedies and drama and suspense
Him: Oh nice i hate suspense (It’s nice you hate what I like and you’re trying to hit on me? Idiot.)
Me: really? Why?
Him: I hate someone keeping me in suspense (god, you must be dull)
Me: oh. You like to know what’s going on, huh
(pause) (Jack is trying to convince me to mess with him really bad – to concoct some lies and see how he responds)
Him: Yes what are u doing right now?
Me: talking with my son
Him: Oh i c
Me: He desperately needs a father figure (I’m about to wet my pants I’m laughing so hard at what Jack wants me to say)
Him: i will be there for him one day (The hell you say!)
Me: His father won’t have anything to do with him. He says that the disease the child has makes the boy unfit to be considerd his son (This is ALL Jack’s idea – I swear. I’m laughing so hard I’m having trouble typing.)
Him: Oh that’s bad
Me: Yes. His father is very rich and powerful, but is not a nice person at all. (ok, that part is my idea – and untrue)
Him: Oh that’s bad . I care for my kids so much and i tried to see them once in every month (Once a month! You’re too good to them! Most noncustodial parents get alternating weekends, asshole. Why aren’t you doing that?!)
Me: That’s wonderful! Well, My ex-husband beat me regularly(no he did NOT), even when I didn’t deserve it (deserve it?!?) , so for my sake I am glad I don’t have to see him, but little Johnny misses him terribly. He is three, and doesn’t understand (Jack’s story line, again. We’re holding onto each other laughing as he comes up with more outrageous things to tell this loser that I nix because it’s just too … OUT there)
Him: Well u will need to be consoling him. I am a caring person and god fearing (really? I’m a pagan-athiest-rastafarian)
Me: Well, I have to go. (Jack: “Awwww, Mom, we could have more fun…!”)
Him: Why are u going anne (Because you’re an idiot and I’m laughing too hard to type any more)
Me: bye
Him: will you come back ? (fat chance)
Last Updated on November 7, 2006 by Anne
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