Years ago, after I split up with my live-in boyfriend, a friend talked me into going on a dating site. I’m not really on board with internet dating sites and it took a lot of coercing from her but I eventually gave in and did it. I was only online for a week or two and then shut down my account. Way too many trolls for my liking.
I had many conversations (via the chat or inboxing) from prospective suitors including this one particular dude who I’ll refer to as “Joe.” Joe is obviously not his real name – you will find out why soon enough.
Joe began sending me private messages that weren’t completely inappropriate…at first. But as our minimal chatter grew I began asking him questions about himself and his work…figuring out who he was.
Soon enough Joe was sending me the inappropriate messages telling me that hr wasn’t looking for a relationship because he was currently engaged and that he wanted a fling on the side. His messages weren’t lewd but they were still gross. I’m kind of a prude and usually use avoidance as a good tactic when I’m uncomfortable but he didn’t get it and continued to ask me to be his booty call so I finally just came and said “You know who I am, right? I know you. You’re Bob’s brother. We’ve met a few times. I was at Bob and Bertha’s wedding and I hung out with your mom at the bridal shower.” I think right about then he choked on something. Can open: worms everywhere.
Now this particular dude is a running candidate in our local elections and has his face plastered over signs and party vehicles everywhere. And every time I see his slimy face smiling with his stupid ‘pick me’ caption I chuckle and think of the drama I could (but won’t) stir up with those saved messages. Oh, the life of a politician.