Weirdos.
Since I started writing this blog, I set up a Myspace and Twitter account under my pseudonym ‘Nejjy’. This was just so the blog could have a bit of publicity, without me having to put it on my personal facebook profile, and no doubt drawing the attention of the people I’d written about, so that they’d inevitably end up reading it – too much hassle thank you.
Since the first day I set up the accounts, I have been bombarded with messages from absolute weirdos. Men (and a couple of women!) who always want to know a little bit too much about me, and ask ever so slightly inappropriate questions. I don’t mind flirting, but there seems to be a fine line between inuendo and blatant harassment. Some of these guys message me everyday, and I have NEVER replied to them! I completely understand that if I don’t like it, I can just delete my account, but I don’t feel threatened or in danger, I’m just so shocked by how many absolute oddjobs there are out there.
Yesterday, I got a Blackberry, and sent Saskia, my beautiful stripper pal from the Midlands (to note, that’s not how I normally introduce her, it’s for the benefit of the blog), my BB PIN over Twitter so she could message me during the day etc.
Today, I had a request come through to accept a new pin, I didn’t recognise the name but I figured I could delete the contact straight away anyway if I needed to. May as well see if he actually knows me.
Mazahir: I know I shouldn’t ask. But how old are you?
Nej : 23. U?
Mazahir: 22. You’re quite pretty I must say I was bowled over, haha
Nej : Erm… thanks?
Mazahir: What’s your full name btw?
Nej : It’s a secret
Mazahir: Lol, I’m sure
Nej : Sorry. Rules are rules.
Mazahir: What rules? No names when you bbm??
Nej : Yea, that’s the one, lol.
Mazahir: I’ve heard of sex clubs where you can’t give names but never bbm.
Nej : I don’t go to sex clubs so I wouldn’t know that.
Mazahir: Nor do I, I’ve just heard of them
Nej : Lol, ok.
Mazahir: Are you on Facebook??
Nej : Nope.
Mazahir: LIAR
Nej : Excuse me?
Mazahir: Even Gods on Facebook nowadays, and we are still human… Miss Saskia Summers.
Nej : Haha, I’m not saskia, lol
Mazahir: Then… who r u???
Nej : Hmm… going off my name I’d say I was Nej
Mazahir: Hmmm
Nej : And what are you anyway? Some kind of stalker?
Mazahir: No, just a guy who appreciated beauty.
Nej : Looks like you have the wrong girl then seen as you think I’m Sas.
Mazahir: So then why don’t you send me a picture of you, then I’ll know exactly who I’m talking to.
Baaaaah…. DELETED!!! My sympathies go out to Saskia in this situation thought to be fair. She has absolutely no idea who this man is but he clearly had his sights set on her initially. Bloody. Weirdos.
Do these men actually think that a few internet conversations will give them a chance with the women they are talking to? To actually meet them and actually fuck them?… That as soon as they ask for pictures we’ll send some over straight away, because we’re all just that desperate?? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude, I’ll send pictures to someone I know, but not some complete random! I just don’t understand their intentions, or what gratification they actually get from doing it… Unless there are some girls who do send stuff over and meet up with them… ARE THERE ACTUALLY GIRLS WHO DO THIS???
Oh my lord. This world really is a mental place!
Saskia said,
August 13, 2009 at 12:17 pm
WHAT A FUCKING WEIRDO!!!!!!!!!!! omg!! hahahahaha Ive outed him on twitter and on facebook so the dirty peeping tom cunt can receive abuse!! Vile little cretins! Im back online (as you can tell!) and so shall be blogging recent events forthwith!
Mazahir infuckingdeed!!! PAH
xxx
mosi said,
August 13, 2009 at 12:25 pm
sex
Oliver Foster said,
August 13, 2009 at 1:10 pm
its the faceless obscurity and safety of the internet that gives these guys the confidence to be so rude, hes prob sat in his bedroom in ol bombay which i thought got called mumbai these days looking to arrange a marriage. hmmm stereotype. but this is a strange world (enter donnie darko music)
stormharrison said,
August 13, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Problem is the industry Sas + I work in garners an above average quota of people who are utterly unable to initiate and sustain relationships in real life which leads to a fair amount of aggression or obsessional qualities. Add into the mix internet dependency and we’re massively playing with fire. I’ve thought for a long time about starting pages for my dancer pseudonym to bump up profits but I’ve been terrified that my pseudonym would take over my real life, that being “her” would swallow up too much time and energy and my own real personality and only for a few more quid and a breech of anonymity. I had punters who were regs and very good friends with my club owner best mate but recently deleted them from my real facebook because it was a bit too “when worlds collide”. I’m terrified for Sas sometimes, for her own safety and for the apparent “getting off” on her choice of profession as someone she’s rather close to seems to do
. Basically the more we share the more they’ll want and “they” aren’t always going to be overburdened by sanity
In short, stay safe girls!!! Let’s burn this fucker down
Xxxx