You will receive many types of messages from different people who are interested in meeting you. Some may be witty, making a comment about something inconsequential about your photo. Others will be very frank and tell you that they think you are gorgeous. Even others might try to feed you a line and say you are the most gorgeous person using the site. Take all contact with a grain of salt.
I received a message from a man who had a photo. (Rule #1 in reading contact emails for me.) It was short and to the point, and he used proper grammar and did not have glaring spelling mistakes. I would be dishonest if I did not admit his photo helped push him over the edge of the bridge into Interest-ville for me. I viewed his profile, where he displayed a few other pictures. (Ladies take note - always ask for another photo. Be careful of the wording, because you might receive an unknowing PENTOS photo. The rationale for asking for a second photo is this... if they have borrowed someone else's photo, most are not smart enough to find TWO photos of the same person. If they cannot provide a second photo, chances are the first photo does not belong to them.)
He broke one of my rules, because he had photograph of himself in a mirror shirtless. (That I will save for another posting.) However, the photograph of himself in the mirror only showed his shoulders and up. I allowed him to slip once again through the protective barrier that I have established between myself and the shallow end of the gene pool.
We spoke on the phone, and here was where I was tipped off. I am able to have a conversation with anyone that can at least simply state yes or no. I am chatty by nature, and there really isn't dull lags in the conversation when we speak. He had a nice deep voice, but that was the only attribute of the conversation. I could have easily read the Washington Times or even the Almanac and not missed out on any of the substance. The other peculiar thing he did was a tribute to Billy Bob Thornton in Slingblade... He would end many answers with "mmmmmmmm yup." I might ask, "did the sun come up today?" His answer would be "yeah.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmm yup." I kept wanting to break out in my favorite line every single time he referenced Slingblade, and announce, "I SURE DO LIKE DEM TATERS."
Long story short... the only sentence he could ever string together was to inquire what type of undergarments I was wearing. I had told him I might see him out sometime, which he interpreted as TONIGHT... and he blew my cell phone up one evening while I was out with a friend trying to locate where we were roosted. Thank goodness he is not geographically familiar of my hometown!
I received a message from a man who had a photo. (Rule #1 in reading contact emails for me.) It was short and to the point, and he used proper grammar and did not have glaring spelling mistakes. I would be dishonest if I did not admit his photo helped push him over the edge of the bridge into Interest-ville for me. I viewed his profile, where he displayed a few other pictures. (Ladies take note - always ask for another photo. Be careful of the wording, because you might receive an unknowing PENTOS photo. The rationale for asking for a second photo is this... if they have borrowed someone else's photo, most are not smart enough to find TWO photos of the same person. If they cannot provide a second photo, chances are the first photo does not belong to them.)
He broke one of my rules, because he had photograph of himself in a mirror shirtless. (That I will save for another posting.) However, the photograph of himself in the mirror only showed his shoulders and up. I allowed him to slip once again through the protective barrier that I have established between myself and the shallow end of the gene pool.
We spoke on the phone, and here was where I was tipped off. I am able to have a conversation with anyone that can at least simply state yes or no. I am chatty by nature, and there really isn't dull lags in the conversation when we speak. He had a nice deep voice, but that was the only attribute of the conversation. I could have easily read the Washington Times or even the Almanac and not missed out on any of the substance. The other peculiar thing he did was a tribute to Billy Bob Thornton in Slingblade... He would end many answers with "mmmmmmmm yup." I might ask, "did the sun come up today?" His answer would be "yeah.... mmmmmmmmmmmmmm yup." I kept wanting to break out in my favorite line every single time he referenced Slingblade, and announce, "I SURE DO LIKE DEM TATERS."
Long story short... the only sentence he could ever string together was to inquire what type of undergarments I was wearing. I had told him I might see him out sometime, which he interpreted as TONIGHT... and he blew my cell phone up one evening while I was out with a friend trying to locate where we were roosted. Thank goodness he is not geographically familiar of my hometown!
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