Mental handjobs

Today I woke up a little zomby and I’ve smoked several cigarettes, so do not expect a transcendental post, that I‘m human and I have strange days, like everyone else.

I‘ll talk about how visual are guys and how easily you can be taken from one ear to where we want :D

In a social network, no matter what, I had a very suggestive profile picture with the butt sheathed in fishnet stockings and a whip around it. But in this manner received an average of 200 friend requests per day from all sorts of men, from the most serious conservative with their wonderful conventional family photos on their profile (and that has nothing to do with FemDom and BDSM), to children with the livid triggered.

Of course, this meant having to be reviewing each of these profiles and to phase out all those who had nothing in common with me, besides, of course, I do not admit minors contact in any case.

Yesterday I changed that picture for another a little more… Cruel. What a relief! All that time I spent on delete profile after profile is mine again.

Many spend their lives in social networks, engaging endless conversations with each other. And I think it’s great, mind you, but I prefer to spend my time with other things and dedicate it to those with whom I really connect. He who has a genuine interest in getting to know and serve me do not try to keep me with tedious and repetitive privates (which, incidentally, I do not answer), to to look for me in a more serious way.

I‘ll have another coffee to the health of your morbidity, that this of “do you dominate a lot?” involves the automatic removal of the clown of the day 馃槈

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