Jrie's blog: "Just for the record..."

Hey, you. Yes, you. 

I'm going to cut to the chase: flirting with me makes me want to block you. I don't want to have to block you, but I'm not here to be your object of desire, your plaything, your online relationship, or your reason for existence. Aside from not understand quite what you see in me, I'm simply not interested. I don't want to be picked up, I don't want to plan a future with you, I'm not interested in meeting you, and I have no desire whatsoever to see your cock.

Surprised? Why?

If you walked up to me in the street, I can guarantee you wouldn't say, "hey sexy, how big are your tits?" or "is your daddy a thief? Because he must have stolen the stars to make your eyes sparkle." or "Am I in heaven? Because you my dear are an angel." Your opening line wouldn't be to unzip your pants and show me your cock in broad daylight. If you asked me out for coffee and I politely declined, you wouldn't call me a cunt, slut, ugly fat bitch, ho, whore, skank, fuwhore, blingslut or whatever else just seems to roll off your tongue here.

Your flirting makes me uncomfortable. I get awkward and laugh a lot. I'm not here to flirt. I'm not here to cyber either, so get that out of your head right now.

After I bat away your attempts at flirting, sometimes you persist. "Hey baby" becomes a common phrase. I'm not your "baby". In fact, I'm no one's "baby". At least not right now, and if I were, I guarantee I wouldn't be yours. I don't believe that relationships can pop up out of thin air simply because you met at an online bar. Maybe if we talked for a couple years and I got up the nerve to meet you, and we had a real "first date", something could happen - I'll admit that much. But you know what, that's not you. You won't make it past the first message, let alone two or three years of talking down the road. Why? Because your opening line shows me that you're a disrespectful pig who thinks everything with legs and a vagina wants to see your cock. We don't, thanks for offering, refrain from offering again.

If you can't stimulate me intellectually, you'll eventually get cut. If all you talk about is Fubar, trust me, we have nothing in common.

After I ignore you, or polietly tell you I don't like your sexual innuendos and can we please just be friends, you sometimes ignore me and continue. You wonder why I get angry, irritated and stop talking to you. I am not just photos on a website. I'm a real person with thoughts, feelings and reactions. I don't enjoy being talked to like a whore. In fact, if that's how you talk to women, I'm not at all surprised you're trying to jack it to girls online and paying for naked photos with bling packs. I don't fancy you acting like we're in a relationship when we've talked twice. I don't enjoy being called babe, baby, sexy, honey, or any other pet name that would be better suited for a couple - which we are not.

Friendliness is sometimes just friendliness. It's not secret flirting. I don't play games. If I like you, have feelings for you, think it's possible that I want to meet you, see you, get to know you, I will tell you. If I don't, chances are, it's because I don't. I don't want to procure a relationship right now, I have a lot on my plate. If I choose to be in a relationship in the near future, it's because I've found a gentleman who treats me properly and doesn't act as if I'm an object.

Despite having all the usually warning signs, including a massive neon-lights "FUCK OFF" sign on my forehead, sometimes you don't get the hint. I'll be blunt, a bitch, cruel even. Now, what did you see in me? Because you shouldn't. Run away.

Best wishes,
Jessica