The other day I was poked by a male on Facebook asking me to be his friend. I didn’t recognise his name and couldn’t link him to any of my friends, Swedish or otherwise, as he alleged his nationality was Western European, but worked in England. After mentioning this request to my son, and curious as I was, I accepted, thinking there might be some tenuous link to someone I already knew. But, immediately after hitting the ‘yes’ button, I received a message from him.
Alarm bells immediately began to peel, loud and clear, as I read the message. He said, ‘Hi, I really appreciate your beauty,’ whereupon I had to wipe the puke from my keyboard with a few baby-wipes before I could read the rest of his message. He then went on to say, ‘Can we get to know each other better, if you don’t mind? My name is…’
Of course I bloody minded. First of all, didn’t anyone tell him you don’t use a sledge-hammer to crack a nut. His approach was so ‘in your face’ it was laughable, and it would take more than a few mellifluous words to get into my knickers: and as for my bank account, Hubby still can’t get into that, and I’ve known him for fifty years.
I’ve had predators hitting on me before, usually on Skype, but never on Facebook which I thought was more secure. But if this man thought I was gullible, well, how wrong he was. I immediately ‘unfriended’ the jerk in the hope his cohones shrivelled up and dropped off.
N.B. I apologise to any Spanish speaking person reading this blog if I have spelled ‘balls’ incorrectly, but it’s the only foreign word I know relating to that area of a man’s anatomy.