Correspondence Hall of Shame, 7/8
Greetings and happy Friday. Congratulations to all my fellow Chrosslings.
This week, we have a couple of repeat offenders. Remember this guy? It seems he will not be ignored.
I guess he still hasn’t found his dream ass. Amazing.
And the 19-year-old from last time piped up again:
id love to have you sit on my face ;]
Yeah, and I’d love for Sarah Palin to be rendered mute. That’s not happening either.
Received this on FetLife:
Love your awesome 50 something petite build
He then went on to invite me to join his group and provided a link. I clicked on it and was taken to the group “Skinny Thin Sluts.”
No thanks. I already belong to “Slender Lightweight Hussies.”
The next gentleman seems to be a photographer who is critiquing one of my pictures. Hard to tell with all the illiteracy.
working on the photo thing would LOVE to do a lot better than I saw in your pics. and warm your ass up a little more. was disapointed you were not tied to te chair. but really enjoyed the fact you had a garte belt and stocking on
Perhaps you should work on the writing thing instead.
Everyone’s a critic, apparently:
Pray tell, what color is redesspurple? I don’t recall that one from my Crayola 64-Pack.
This is not really part of the CHoS; it is simply a statement I found as I cruised the blogosphere this morning:
It is indeed a fact that most men want younger women.
(sigh) With all due respect, sir — given the amount of correspondence I receive, good and bad, from men younger than myself, and how many younger men have happily played with me, I’d say you might be assuming a bit too much. But thank you for helping perpetuate the stereotype.
To wrap up last Friday, John is on antibiotics and he’s seeing a periodontist today. It seems this time around, he will be OK. Thanks to everyone who was concerned.
Funny side note about that day… I love puzzles. I do crossword puzzles every day, and I almost always have a jigsaw puzzle in the works. Not the super-super hard ones; they have to have lots of different colors and an interesting picture, or else I get bored. The 750-piece ones are a perfect size. Anyway… as of last Friday, I was only two-thirds done with one I’d been working on for weeks. As I climbed the walls waiting to hear from John, I discovered that I couldn’t work on the puzzle and think about him at the same time. So I immersed myself in the puzzle.
Think maybe I was a bit stressed out?
Yup, I finished it, all in one afternoon. When I put the last piece in at around 6:30, I felt about five seconds of triumph, then my mind swung right back to, “Oh gawd, where IS he?” I am hopeless, truly. But it all worked out.
Back to Spanking Court tomorrow; can’t wait! 😀 Wish me luck. Have a great weekend, y’all.