Case in point: This guy, Fergus. I met him online, innocently enough. We exchanged a few e-mails; no worries. He asked for my number, I gave it to him… only to receive the most offensive text messages of my life.
[Caution: Reader discretion advised.
It started off innocently enough—Hey, what’s up, blah blah—but it went south quick. And by quick, I mean from friendly to freaky in three text messages, flat.
Hey Rose. This is Fergus. What’s up?
Hey there. I’m just at the gym, trying to sneak in a workout. Busy day!! You?
Naw. My complex has a gym.
Do you wanna devour my freshly shaved cock and sac while I finger and eat your pussy and ass before fucking?
Aaaaaaand we’re done.
Eat my ass out while I beat off in your face and pinch your nipples.
…. Gross, right?!?
I’m just glad I didn’t waste my time meeting this creep in person. Honestly, he sounds like a predator—I’m glad he doesn’t know what I look like in real life, or what car I drive, or anything like that. The whole thing serves as a good reminder for me to follow the self-imposed rules I detailed in my original 30 Dates in 30 Days post—the ones about telling my friends where I’m going, and who I’ll be meeting there, especially.
I hope this post didn’t disgust or freak you out too much. Instead, I hope it reminds all the other single girls out there to be careful.