So, hang out somewhere else. You're not married to Facebook.
Facebook is a venue. A wide open and immature venue. When I feel like I'm not getting what I desire from any venue, I'll find another venue. If I don't like being hit on at a bar, I'll go to an art museum instead. Or a church. Or do volunteer work. Or go to the horse races. Whatever.
I'll find a venue that applies some kind of filter to make the inmates of that venue more likely to have some areas of commonality with me. We share a common interest, hobby, or passion. Let's explore that.
I've got big boobs. That naturally makes me a hit target. I've had guys say "Hey, nice tits!" to my face. But thats much more likely at midnight at a club. It's never happened at 10am Sunday at church.
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Originally Posted by KirStang
....I'd be hesitant to conclude that Mr. Nice Pics wants to stick his dick in me right away. Assigning such negative motives to people tends to have ill consequences. Ask me how I know.
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OK, KirStang, I'm interested. How do you know?
Lindy