My first reaction is fear. Or perhaps it was that initial stress headache. Either way, it is difficult for me to not immediately think of these guys as dangerous.
I slipped up. I meant to block my phone and forgot. Not the best moment in my otherwise great day. Now he’s been texting me all day. Not my idea of fun.
He actually asked what my favourite colour was. Seriously? I can’t even begin to imagine how inane I appear myself.
My first flurry of hits was because a photo of me and my daughter was centered as the main photo and I was largely cropped out.
So, I will try to relax into the process. Chill the fuck down!! I hate it when I yell at myself. But I know I’m right.
I finally told him clearly not to contact me anymore tonight. That would be valuable early screening. If he didn’t respect my wishes he’d be easy to block completely. It felt good to know I was still in control of the situation, despite my bafoo.