Simmering anger

Why do I always feel like a possession?

I started talking to a new twitter friend recently. He told me he knows what it's like to have anxiety and depression. I feel for the guy and say hello. I'm always interested in people's stories. Anyone who knows me, or thinks they do, knows that I love how different and diverse our backgrounds are.

This guy from twitter says he doesn't spend much time on there but would really like to talk more with me. He asked for my email address. Eh, email is fine in my books, so I give it to him.

Apparently I'm an easy mark. I didn't and don't ever talk with people to have anything more than friendship between us. I'm so very tired of the same kind of bullshit conversations. The same pattern. Almost the same words.

"hey, you're hot"
"what do you do?"
"what's the wildest thing you've done?"
"are you horny?"

It's always the same. Each time it angers me a little more. I'm not a toy. I'm not something you can use for a "good time".

No wonder I keep telling the world to fuck off.

One day I'd like a non-sleazy, non-creepy and non-predictable person to strike up a conversation with me. Yes, I realise it's not likely. One day I'd like to meet someone who's not just after sex.

Oh, here's a tip. I'm not wild. I don't get horny when you ask me, I'm not turned on by sleaze and I definitely don't care if you think you're "wild" in bed.
You want me to like you, interest me.

Engage me mentally not physically.

Actually, don't bother at all. I won't stay around when you start getting sleazy.