So sometimes my phone is silent for days at a time, hence the writing hiatus. Then, out of nowhere, it’s like all the minions get in touch with each other, agreeing to ruin my day, hence the lengthy post tonight.

Marriott Man: *Posts a picture on Facebook with a woman.*
Me: *Copy and paste said picture into message.* Umm??
Marriott Man: ??
Me: You’re married.
Marriott Man: What’s it to you?

………

While I am no social media expert, this is just sociopathic beyond anything I’ve ever seen. (And, trust me when I tell you, I’ve had my VERY FAIR share of sociopaths.) The sad part is, he obviously gets away with it, and women are obviously okay with him being a complete fucking slime ball. Sure, he has money, and a good job, and the looks. So why isn’t that enough? My favorite part about the whole situation is this: He told me he is modest. (From a gold Maserati convertible with the top down and a vanity license plate–from New Jersey.)

Then there are the guys who stalk you via social media, then preface whatever they say with “I’m not creeping but…..are you in New York?” Yes, yes I am. Which is why I posted a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge and tagged myself in New York, NY.

Him: Are you in NY?!
Me: *Silence.*
Him: Just saw your fb.
Me: *Silence.*
Him: Not stalking promise.
Me: *Silence.*

Three days later, he asked if he could come visit. Sometimes I don’t know what to do. I can’t be mean; it’s not in my nature (as I have a blog talking shit behind guys’ backs). But I understand it this way: Guys can talk to any girl in a room/bar/party, and he chose to strike up a conversation with me. At the very least, I can be cordial. But when it’s aggressive, I lose my shit. You have been warned. It’s not pretty.