I'm sure that a small percentage of guys who send me unsolicited private messages are quite nice and probably just want to chat. The problem is that sometimes I'm just a bitch.
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...
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...
Meet Robert Dean Burlison II . He's a bit of an angry man with ties to the mafia and a history of murdering women. I like him a lot. We met briefly after he posted an advert in a Facebook group I help administer. I very politely pointed out that he was breaking the group rules and he might be told to go fuck himself by the other administrators. Unfortunately for me, I didn't realise I was dealing with Don Corleone himself. He sent me a lovely little essay to my inbox and insinuated I not tell anyone about the message or he might have them killed. So naturally I had to share it with the world. Merry Christmas. :-)
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