tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464904.post8543220811558850627..comments2023-10-30T06:34:56.477-07:00Comments on Just Another Day: AssaultGinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11604097511444010759noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464904.post-2832660774744056302014-09-27T14:37:59.155-07:002014-09-27T14:37:59.155-07:00Maybe it's a good idea to play Words with Frie...Maybe it's a good idea to play Words with Friends with actual friends. Strangers can be creepy. Years ago, I belonged to a Rush discussion group, and there was one guy who asked if I wanted free tickets to their show in Las Vegas (he couldn't go). He traveled from Texas to California to attend a Rush show and wanted to meet up to deliver the tickets and chit chat. The guy was a creeper with a really vulgar vocabulary. I was with my brother and his friend when we met for dinner, and my brother's friend kept saying: "This guy may be from Texas, but he's no Texan. I'm from Texas, and no one I know talks like that in public -- especially in front of little kids." Now, there was never any danger that things would go sideways since it was basically three to one, but the guy would randomly text or call me on my cell for a few weeks after that encounter. It was uncomfortable, but I eventually blocked his number and he went away. <br /><br />I got the free tickets and went to the show in Las Vegas, though!Tedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15968871000108390809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464904.post-24468945972922231102014-09-27T06:24:29.843-07:002014-09-27T06:24:29.843-07:00Hi! You forget how many times you smacked me down ...Hi! You forget how many times you smacked me down before I got used to how you played. It's all about learning the opponent's strategies.<br /><br />I've not invited a random opponent to play any games with me. But I completely understand what you are describing here. It's disappointing that any overture--no matter how innocuous--can become sad. I cannot tell you how many times I've had to assume Tunnel Vision at the grocery store! I mean, come on. I'm 55, it's the grocery store. Can we have some dignity? Not everything is a hookup venue.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8464904.post-19966472157969458362014-09-26T17:29:04.766-07:002014-09-26T17:29:04.766-07:00Oh jeez, I hate that. I do so remember the days o...Oh jeez, I hate that. I do so remember the days of stupid guys thinking it was hot to yell out their car window or something. Or a guy walking on the street, asking for my phone number. If I wouldn't give it to him, he's say, "Why not? Do you think you're too good for me?" What the hell is with this type of guy, anyway. They ruin it for nice guys. Oh, and then if you STILL don't give your number, they call you bitch and kind of scare you.<br /><br />Then the nice guys wonder why women give them fake numbers like assholes.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00653383372182667361noreply@blogger.com