While, I made a decision to move on in my love life, unavoidably, I came with a head on collision with a Social Media romance. I’m single, yes, but you have to select your next relationship if not with common sense, then some good old fashion caution.
I don’t mean doing a google search on the top 10 wanted list for an FBI site or anything like that (checked). I also don’t mean FB stalking, or do I? Of course not, but only because the guys I decide to date have been people I know for a bit and did not make it to my friend zone.
I’m quite intrigued with the Adonis of a specimen that came my way. Last I saw him was when he had started his educational goals. He’s now in his Master’s program. Unbeknownst to me, and I guess, I am his graduation present-undergrad. I like my men smart and with a vision.
We exchanged a couple of emails then after some preliminaries, this relationship moved quickly to a hashtag- digits- appeared to be a phone number- with the instructions to “BTW if it’s easier for you- you can text me.”
What? Oh, hell no! I am not a going there. Sexting is Texting in HTML and any other language. Then it evolves into images, then pictures because people don’t want to use their imagination. Then “accidents” happen and your sexting is sent to your Tia Chona, and then she starts following you on Twitter,https://twitter.com/HunterShiloh and Instagram, https://instagram.com/hunter.shiloh or worse your blog http://boardsofnursingonnotice.wordpress.com or worse, your personal blog- http://salsa-pig-blog.tumblr.com You don’t know my family. Trust me, they make the Cartel look like small talk. Then what if he gets mad and posts the sexting online, after he airbrushes, copy, pastes and deletes? Remember, I like my men smart and with a vision…… Breath…… Breath…….Breath…. Wine….
So, I politely declined to the “#btwtextmeifiseasier.”
#Iwanttherealthing #sextingwontdo4me #keepingitreal