So, I stopped dancing for a little bit and I'm working on niteflirt. I'm rolling along, making awesome money.
This guy calls. He's ambiguous about what he wants. That's cool. We end up having a pretty intelligent conversation for about two hours straight. Random things - about where I went to school, etc. etc. etc.
Turns out he's looking for a girl he can ageplay with. Um, gross. I kinda let that one slide as we are still conversing about normal, day to day things.
Then this morning he calls me back and says "I have a test for you." He then procedes to berate me with questions he thinks I should know the answer to. Granted - a couple of them I should have. (Precise day that JFK was assassinated.)
A lot were, IMO, pretty out there. (Anyone know what two countries are fighting over Sypress and where it is and what it's capital is? Anyone?)
I get some right. Props to me, cause they were frickin' OUT THERE. But you know, whatever. I am playing along, making a dollar something a minute, and he seemed like such a nice guy during our last convo. Really funny and sweet. So then out of nowhere he starts berating me about how dumb I am, how utterly stupid, how I shouldn't be allowed to talk in adult words and I should talk like a two year old, etc.
I'm just sitting there shocked, and it's hitting me in the tummy because I pride myself on being articulate, well spoken, well read. I just started on niteflirt and I'm not sure if I can hang up on him, since what happens is the custy hangs up, and I stay on the line for the menu that says I've gotten paid for the call and lets me change my status. I've been on for an hour at this point and I don't want to not get paid. He's saying ridiculously terrible, demeaning things about me and it makes me cry. Like, literally cry.
I mean, I'm really good at this job, I think. I advertise as a subby role player kind of girl. I get really freaking weird calls. (Marinate in your own bathtub full of spices? Plushie sex? Fucking while eating bananas? Gotcha covered.) I don't let it get to me when "Dom" customers call me filthy names or whatnot. I run with it. No sweat. Why the hell can this guy make me cry?
I kept hoping he'd actually try to start an ageplay scene cause then I'd tell him I didn't do that sort of stuff and he'd hang up. But no. No dice. I can't hang up, and there's no way I'm going to argue with this creep about whether or not I'm "too dumb to tie my own shoelaces". I'm ESPECIALLY not going to let him know he made me cry.
Now I don't wanna log back in. I'm afraid he'll call me back. And freaking customer service is closed so I can't figure out how to block him or if I can hang up.
Asshattery. I'm still crying. Douchebag.



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You don't have to take that shit. Just tell them off and hang up. The worst they can do is leave you a bad rating and guys don't care much about ratings. Just keep doing your thing.
) must be taken up with law enforcement. If this guy continuously creates new member names to harass you (which has happened to me) you can file a complaint with the police and they will at least have that on file. But hopefully it doesn't have to come to that.
I know who he was, I know it happened, I know about people's conspiracy theory, etc etc. Why should I go out of my way to memorize the exact day? I don't find it interesting and it doesn't hold any meaning to my life. However, I do know why a ladybug will crawl to the top of your finger before flying away.



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