by Jon
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This is my space, my very own. It has my name, my catch phrase, my interests and my relationship status. Everything a man needs in his space is here. I love my space because I can choose who enters it and who can’t. I even get a little excited when I see a new friend request. It makes me feel popular. “Oh you want to make the elite 37 a powerful 38?”. My own little space is great because I can tell people I have all the friends in the world, but when I’m in my own space I have technological proof, yes I have friends, 37 to be exact, can you make that number grow?
Like anyone, I do want my own little space to grow, but not by whoring my friendship out like a piece of meat! However, there must be some sort of rumor about me on the internet because it seems so many provocative and downright sexually unashamed people want to enter my space and be my friend. What gave them this idea that I was so easy they could just request my friendship without ever meeting me. In a way it makes me hurt. Is my friendship and my space not important enough for them to realize they hardly know me? If I have never met you I may take my clothes off and send you the pictures, but you will NEVER be granted access to my small little bubble of space reserved just for me and the people I deem worthy.
Even more shocking is when I enter their space and look around. Sometimes there not even from anywhere, space then? Are they from space? Possibly, but not any good space like mine. Then I look at the list of friends they have in their space and it’s so small. I figure someone that attractive and uninhibited would have lots of people in their space chatting it up. But some only have 2 or 3 friends, some not any. Well, except for Tom, but Tom is a friend whore, I asked him to leave my space months ago and it is a much tidier happier place because of it. I bet Tom has let each one of these dirty provocative people enter his space. They don’t clean up after themselves and I bet he doesn’t either, he has no respect for the space he can call his own.
Well I do, I do. When I see a friend request that has no photo or says “user profile removed” it saddens me greatly. They destroyed their space before I could enter it and see if it is a worthy space or a crap hole. Looking in someone’s space is like buying a house. You have to check out all the cracks in the foundation and see how many people actually enter the house vs. how many people request to enter your house. Sometimes I welcome them into my space with open arms. “Hello I’ve been waiting for you, take of your shoes, no scuff marks in my space.” And sometimes I have to sit back and let the harsh reality of life sink in. I don’t know what someone may have told you about me and what I do in my space but I don’t look at nude women and get intimate with myself. I do that in my room which is a completely different space with entrance and exit rules all its own. So I am sorry potential friend, love is a four letter word, but so is deny.
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