SOCIAL MATING GAME?
Remember back in the day when everyone had a thing going with MySpace? Seemed easy enough, and it was a great way to stay in touch with fans and friends.
Today, however, there must be one billion seven hundred million social media outlets that, if you’re committed to posting on each day takes up most of a morning. Of course there are social media plugins that allow you to post once and it shares the post with multiple sites. That’s all fine and dandy, but I’m noticing a definite change taking place on nearly every social media site I’m on. I call it the social mating game. And, to be truthful, I’m getting sick of it.
On an average day I receive at least twenty friend requests on Facebook, all men, most dressed in military uniform, most claiming to be sergeants, admirals, everything short of president of the U.S. (heaven help us that they use of picture of what they’re really doing for a living now.)
Some of these guys send note after note about how much they’d like to talk to me, meet me—how they have three kids, are divorced, and are looking for a true-hearted woman.
Well, let me give them a heads up….unless you’re really interested in what I enjoy doing and enjoy the same, we’ve got nothing in common—so find another broad interested in dating you. I’m not interested in taking any phone calls from strange men much less meeting them. And as for being a true-hearted woman, I may be able to give claim to that, but I’m more often described as a hard-headed woman, who’s extremely independent, and can definitely smell bullshit a mile away.
So, just to make sure we’re on the same page. …I’m not interested in dating anyone—especially if you’re the president of the U.S.—not interested in raising anyone else’s kids, I’ve done my call to duty where that’s concerned!
If we have things in common or you’re interested in some of the weird things I’m involved in and would like to know more, by all means, friend me, or stick me in any one of your social media spots you’ve a mind to. Who knows, we could be friends—JUST FRIENDS. 🙂
It’s kind of sad really that people do that. My “older” mother was sucked in by one of those, to the point where she was actually talking about him coming to visit and everything. I was the one that had to tell her this “new love” was fake and it was very hard on her. Glad to see you posting again!