The Longhaired Goddess

I suspect I have been contacted by this person before. Based on the fact that they asked about “pictures” I have no doubt it is a guy. Women never ask about pictures.

(2:05:14 AM) debbie_set: hi
(2:06:03 AM) Angelika: hi
(2:06:17 AM) debbie_set: is your salon open?
(2:06:35 AM) Angelika: well, as a matter of fact, I work some ungodly hours
(2:06:59 AM) Angelika: trying to put together some hair fetish sites
(2:07:10 AM) Angelika: are you looking for a makeover?
(2:07:14 AM) debbie_set: where can I find it
(2:07:19 AM) Angelika: the salon?
(2:07:27 AM) Angelika: or should I say, the “salon”?
(2:07:31 AM) debbie_set: yes your virtual salon
(2:08:02 AM) Angelika: well, it currently does not have a web presence, but I have a domain I intend to use for it
(2:08:11 AM) debbie_set: nice
(2:08:46 AM) Angelika: the plan was to put up a virtual salon and a sissy pride site of some sort. I have the domains, haven’t got round to doing anything with them
(2:09:03 AM) Angelika: but if you want to call me, I can give the particulars
(2:09:19 AM) Angelika: but I am getting closer
(2:09:24 AM) Angelika: as I get more things done
(2:09:32 AM) debbie_set: I’m female too hon
(2:09:44 AM) Angelika: really? don’t talk to too many femailes
(2:10:08 AM) debbie_set: and I role play with t girls
(2:10:18 AM) debbie_set: I do their hair
(2:10:31 AM) debbie_set: most of them never reach the dryer
(2:10:53 AM) debbie_set: becausr they have to clean up the mess
(2:11:17 AM) Angelika: they do get excited
(2:11:38 AM) debbie_set: i use pics do you have many pics of sets or perms etc…
(2:13:17 AM) Angelika: actually, no.
(2:13:34 AM) debbie_set: how do you go to work then
(2:14:30 AM) Angelika: what do you mean, go to work?
(2:14:51 AM) debbie_set: when you have a client in your salon
(2:15:02 AM) Angelika: I do phone
(2:15:10 AM) Angelika: I create the experience in words
(2:15:21 AM) debbie_set: I see
(2:16:07 AM) debbie_set: male get excited if they see a woman with rollers or rods in her hair
(2:16:26 AM) Angelika: that is not my demographic
(2:16:43 AM) Angelika: the guys I deal with would much rather see a guy in rollers
(2:17:01 AM) debbie_set: have to go now hon
(2:17:07 AM) debbie_set: talk with you later
(2:17:50 AM) debbie_set: mine want to be a woman
(2:18:16 AM) Angelika: of course
(2:18:33 AM) debbie_set: with nylons and heels on
(2:19:10 AM) Angelika: so what do you do?
(2:19:15 AM) Angelika: I am not understanding
(2:19:22 AM) Angelika: you provide photos and free cyber?
(2:19:41 AM) debbie_set: ydo you want to try it
(2:19:52 AM) Angelika: do I want to try what?
(2:20:07 AM) debbie_set: so you can see how it works
(2:20:11 AM) Angelika: I have no interest in doing cyber, and I don’t work for free
(2:20:30 AM) debbie_set: ok
(2:20:35 AM) debbie_set: bye hon
(2:21:04 AM) Angelika: bye

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A while back I was searching for someone on Yahoo and as part of the search process I made a profile on Yahoo Personals, thinking that somehow doing so would give me sufficient searchable access to their database that I might find the person I was looking for.

I actually didn’t find that person that way, mostly because the setup is designed to prevent people who have not paid $29.99 a month from getting in touch with anybody else. You can look—and the person whose profile you looked at will be notified that you looked. You can send an “icebreaker”, which is a one line message selected from a dropdown menu, basically a message that says little or nothing, but you may send only one of these to a person. Or you can just shell out the big bucks.

What you can’t do is put anything in your profile about the rules. You can’t tell people who are subscribers that yahoo will not let you email them, or will only let you send one “icebreaker”. You can’t say, for instance, “Send me your email and I will get back to you.” You can’t put your email or any other contact info in the profile.

Actually, I did put some contact info in the profile, just in case somebody is really smart, they can figure out what it is and how to use it to get in touch with me. But right here I’m not telling what I did. And so far, nobody’s figured it out yet.

Hey, it’s a test.

I even tried to put a sort of a photo in, but they would not let me add it unless it was a full face shot. Wow, that’s useful on a personals site where you really want women to participate. I’m sure every woman in the country wants her face on your loser site. Especially since they let the guys put photos of their house or pickiup truck.

Yeah, losers. Every guy who has contacted me has some kind of mental disconnect. A guy in the next town emailed me, said he was busy with the holiday. Okay, so I emailed him after the holidays, and he got all pissy, wanting to know who I was and why I was bothering him. Sry, nvr mnd. It’s okay, you smoke, you’re conservative, and your living room looks like it was decorated in the 70’s.

The next guy wanted me to IM him. So I IM’d him day after day, and finally gave up. He got back from his vacation and wanted to know why I hadn’t contacted him. Huh? Wanted my phone number so we could talk. Uh, let’s chat first, okay? Not.

But this guy takes the cake. He probably lives 15 minutes from my home. He is a writing instructor at a college. I like writers. He sent me a brief email:

“Hi I’m fairly intelligent so maybe you’ll give me a try.”

Okay, I sent him an “icebreaker”, figuring maybe he’ll send me his contact info and we can communicate…

“Looking forward to hearing from you again soon…”

…and got this back:

“honey, you’ll have offer more than that to make a connection with me.”

“More than that”? You want me to pay $29.99 for the privilege of emailing you? Just how much do you think you are worth? Have you been single so long that you think women have to pay to chat with men?

Apparently I will have to pay $29.99 if I want to make a connection with him. Or would. But I think I just stopped wanting to. You can call me. That’s $2.25 a minute with a 10 minute minimum.

Yeah, and watch those capitals.

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Why guys like Dodge trucks.

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Very interesting in a bizarre and academic way. Apparently these artists decided to create a TG suit for the common man, that he could wear to help pass.

Unfortunately, they’re living in a virtual world, not the real world, where guys want to pass, not look like cartoon characters. But I guess when you’re an artist, you can do whatever you want with your grant money.

Including set up the right click menu so it reboots your computer when you try to save a pic. So no linkback, the site will probably give you spyware and god knows what else, too. But it’s okay. They’re artists. They can fuck with people’s computers.

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Another pointlessly brave male destined to take his self-destructive traits out of the gene pool. I assure you, if he was ours, we would break him of that.

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You Don’t See THIS on Broadway… (TMZ Exclusive)

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The guy who called my Mistress line to swear at me, call me “cocksucker”, bunch of other names. He was confused that I was just laughing at him. But after all, he was paying me $2.59 a minute to entertain me—and not sounding all that sincere, anyway. Sorry, guy. You want to piss somebody off, it will have to be somebody else.

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As has happened untold millions of times before, a human male has returned to the place where he himself was spawned to mate.

Creatures driven by their hormones and their instincts, the males merely follow their urges as they overcome insurmountable odds, helpless pawns of Mother Nature.
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Just for you.

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People are just so programmed. Sometimes it seems to me that they’re all scrurrying around like rodents, rather than like sentient human beings. They don’t think, almost as though they are not capable of it.

You’ve got to allow yourself to think outside the box. The answers are never inside. Never.

And though I often make fun at guys who are boneheaded or act like they are not playing with a full deck because of their maleness, men do not have the market cornered on this trait.

A couple of weeks ago I read a little article that is still going through my mind. I no longer have the link, thanks to Firefox emptying out my “Read Later” folder when I upgraded. (Thanks, Firefox. NOT.) But it was just one of those “relationships” articles based on interviews with a few couples which were then written up in an attempt to make it sound like the writer had discovered a universal truth.

I seem to recall that the issue is that men get less sex when they do less housework and more when they do more. Since women who spend all their time around the house doing housework tend to build up resentment toward the hubby, who is waiting for her to finish her chores so he can get it on with her, it only makes sense that guys who do more housework get more sex who are neither resentful nor falling-asleep tired.

So far so good. But the example they gave was of a woman with a high-powered highly paid job who got upset every time her husband walked past the sinkful of dirty dishes without doing them. She was so upset that she switched to paper plates and disposable utensils, which cut into the dirty dishes, but did nothing to quell her resentment. She really needed him to do this, deep down inside, and she saw no clash with the fact that he was working 15-1/2 hour days.

Like, excuse me? If you want to have a life and not have to do menial chores all the time, and you’ve got the money, pay somebody else to do it. Come home every day to dinner on the table and a maid who doesn’t go home until after all the dishes are put away and the counters cleaned.

Let go of the resentment. It’s not about men vs. women. Stop being such a control freak, sit down, and enjoy life.

Gotta think out of the box. That’s where the answer is.

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