Like you, from time to time I receive communications from strangers on the Internet who seek to glean money from me. Apparently they are unaware I don’t have any.
Because I am terribly busy being fabulous, I usually hit the delete button and go about my day. But once in a while…once in a while I cannot resist the temptation of interaction.
“What does this have to do with advice?” you are asking yourself.
When this conversation transpired, I was stuck at home in an ice storm for three days. Mr. Patience and Understanding was being patient and understanding in New York, my son was with The Canary in a Coal Mine and The Pistol, and I was trapped on a hill with nobody to talk to but Archie the Horrible and Margot the Princess.
Therefore, the advice is this: should you find yourself stuck at home with little to entertain you and a desire to communicate with someone, even someone who is trying to scam you, go ahead and reply to those wacky emails.
Because everything I post on Facebook is public (I have no faith in privacy plus I’m quite the exhibitionist, in case you haven’t noticed) I usually accept friend requests when they are sent my way. So long as a requester has a profile history and maybe a friend or two in common with me, it’s fine.
Weeks ago I accepted a friend request from a woman I’ll rename “Sally” here. Sally has over 2,000 friends and one in common with me so I didn’t hesitate.
During the ice storm, I grew tired of the debate over the armed loons here in Oregon at the Malheur National Wildlife Headquarters. After I had poured a drink, perhaps it was not my first, Sally engaged me. I live-Facebooked it by blocking her from this thread only. Here’s how it started:
“OK folks: who’s ready to stop talking about Vanilla ISIS and watch me have a little fun with a young woman trying to play phish with me? Expand all the comments below, and for those important people I’ll be meeting with in LA: this is how rapid-fire I am, even when suffering from cabin fever.”
(Conversation started Monday, January 4th)
Are you photographer?
I am model but amateur
(she sends a sexy photo)
Please remove me from your friend list. Not interested
Ah sorry. Are you Woman? Sorry
Wow – you are really insulting my profile picture and any others that are all over Facebook and the World Wide Web.
I’m quite famous you know, and a big deal in Europe.
You’ve hurt my feelings, and I was already depressed.
I am drunk
I’m not drunk. Yet.
But since you can’t tell if I’m male or female I may start drinking now.
And i think you are photographer
You are beautifull
I read your name Robin in Italy I think Robin Men name
You are very beauty and sexy body 🙂
I’m working really hard at it. I will be filming a television pilot in a few months and we don’t allow fat women on TV in the states.
Except Oprah, because she is Oprah.
Yeah i like Opera
Are you Artist
Well, yes. Opera has fat ladies too. They usually sing most at the end.
Yes, I’m an artist. I am a professional “hurler des insultes.”
I study theatre
I am model too
I’m sure you will go far in this world, especially if you continue this sort of Facebook outreach!
Well, sure! Why not? One must do all one can! For example, I recently called up a man and asked him to support my blog by giving me $150,000. He really likes my blog and he agreed immediately!
I was able to use some of the money for software updates and breast implants.
But i have not professional photographer
My brother take photo
He is very very amateur
Your brother took that photo? Do you have a Duggar-type relationship with him? I hope not. You know the babies can get very messed up!!!
He is just my brother
Well he clearly loves his subject. Perhaps a wee bit too much, don’t you think?