Flirting with Friends – Part Two

I told you how I began playing Words With Friends and some Yo-Ho wanted me to send him a picture, cuz he wanted to see what I looked like. Needless to say I was disgusted and of course I didn’t send him one.

I resigned that game and found me a new opponent!

Well, it was someone called D-boy. As soon as our game started good ‘ole D-boy messaged me asking me where I lived. I rolled my eyes and thought, Jesus H. Christ. Not another one. I typed: Washington. I lied. I live in Pennsylvania. He messaged me back that he lives in California. Like I gave a flying shit. Then he asked me how old I was.

Here’s the exchange:

I showed this exchange to my husband and sons. My fifteen year old said, “Mom, he likes older WOMAN." The guy’s 28 and doesn’t know proper grammar! 

 Then my three males went on about how disgusting it was that SOME males have to ruin it for LADIES, like me. Aren’t they sweet? Not only am I married to a gentleman, I raised TWO gentlemen!

 So, back to D-boy.

He just wasn’t giving up.

When I read THAT exchange to my guys, they were REALLY mad! I’d bet if D-boy lived within our vicinity, they would’ve hunted him down. And trust me, my boys are HUGE. They are weight lifters and very protective of me—I’m their Princess. Yes, I’m SO bragging. I just eat that shit up.

 D-boy is gone, along with that other ass-wipe. But then there was a Roberto. He asked me how I was and I said, “Fine.” He resigned the game. I’m just going to cut these idiots off at the pass, so to speak.

 But I’m lucky because I am playing with my niece, a friend from my fan-fiction group and my friend Bubbe! We found each other through a little brain-work—we’re so smart!

 The best thing to do when these ass-wipes message you for your age and photos—resign the game. Don’t encourage them. Have innocent fun with REAL friends! Or fake friends, because not every opponent is a disgusting jerk.