There are some people who are very difficult to talk to. It may be because they are shy. It may be because there is some awkwardness between you for some reason. Sometimes it's because they are a colossal potato.
I wonder if any Nigerian man has ever successfully seduced a gormless white girl and got her to pay for his flights. I imagine it's unlikely. I hope it never happens. And I'm not being racist...
Brazil is a weird place. Nowhere else in the world will you see extravagant skyscrapers owned by millionaires situated next to poverty stricken slums. There is also a lot of crime there. It's not really a place I want to visit to be honest. Joao Pedro also comes from Brazil and it would seem prostitution is also common in Brazil.
When random people inbox me saying they love my blog posts and books - or are obviously aware of my books - and then get offended and upset when their attempts to try and elicit romantic and/or otherwise serious chats is met with the sarcasm my books are popular for, it's quite amusing. When people inbox me with those stupid "send this to 10 friends you care about" or "today is National stick a finger inside an Ostrich day, pass this on to everyone on your friends list to save the ostrich" or "send this on to everyone on your friends list otherwise you'll contract cancer" I get a teeny weeny bit annoyed. Personally if I was laying in a hospital bed, dying of terminal cancer, and a friend or family member walked in and said "Hi Heather, sorry that you're going to die a slow and painful death but I've just started a prayer chain on Facebook for you. I hope that makes you feel better." I'd probably get out of bed and cho...
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