Well... I could have made my profile name 42, but there would be a very high probability of peeps saying I'm lying. Unless soneone hits tge button and my profile name becomes my real age.
I don’t see anything that says they sent him a message. If someone is “trying to get” someone’s attention, they message.
Anything less than a message is idle curiosity about any number of things. I always read the profiles of people with really ridiculous profile names. The choice of profile name says a lot about a person.
With how peeps read or lack of there of, it's a mixed bag of nuts. I scare peeps away with TMI. Ever watch the original Swedish/Danish tv series The Bridge? Short explanation. The female detective is like me in a way. She demands sex from strangers in a club, will undress in her office to change cloths, and lacks empathy when questioning. Very logical with her thought process. When you get another interested party trying to get your attention, test how confident they are. Seems when both parties see what you push to them they would unravel if they both accepted. One thing I don't do, is getting involved with those who lack confidence with couples. I just reminded myself. A few years back Channel 4 in the UK, has a sex house reality tv series. Couples who want to swing it go to try their fantasies for the first time. The males usually are confident up to a certain point. Then all hell brakes loose when their partner enjoys it more then they.
The whole thing was, the couple explicitly wants a bisexual melanated man, but were trying to get my attention. I sent the couple a message just before making the posting that Sorillo is quoting, stating that I am curious of why they are reaching out to me when all of their posted Hot Dates and their own profile explicitly state they want a bisexual BBC... I have not heard from this particular couple since sending the polite inquiry to them.
Ask them to meet up for coffee or drinks, set a place/time and ghost the shit out of them. When they ask what happened "Hey, I was there in the lime-green shirt. You never arrived or approached."
And if they still want to meet, rinse and repeat, but claim to have been wearing a different color shirt, preferably something more outrageous each time. Once you get to the tie-dye Hawaiian shirt with the Detroit Tigers ballcap, maybe they'll catch on.
Just wait a day... you'll tell by the smell which stare it is in. Either the smell of poo or the smell of death. ;o) why waist vsluable energy opening a fedex box to find out if it survived the trip. That's my reason.
In pondering about Schrödinger's cat. Wouldn't you hear it's neow or scratching, let alone smell it before you open the box? That guy is freaking delusional! Way too much LSD in college.
Remember the picture that was used on that profile and then report each profile that pops up with that picture or similar pictures of that same person.
Has anyone dealt with a profile being persistent in getting your attention, even when in that profile it clearly states that how you are is not what that profile is seeking? I am not offended by this. But, it makes you wonder about the other person.
What compels people to get up, roam, sit down, get up, roam and sit down repeatedly at a concert, a sporting event, the movies, etc? I understand the want for food or drink or have to go to the bathroom. But, why... Why are these people always in motion? Can't these people grab their stuff or pee before the event starts or during breaks/intermissions?
Same thing with my asshole neighbor that all of the other neighbors mutually hate... What compels this asshole to constantly be in and out during the day and evening hours? What compels this asshole neighbor to show off his vehicle's loud radio? Does this asshole neighbor have a testosterone inferiority complex?
The last few made me wonder about one of the office admins in a long ago job at DEC. She sent email to the whole group about keeping paper clips away from the collating copiers, because as she put it, "Those things suck clits like a vacuum cleaner" ;-)
We had an office area with probably 70-80 cubicles, and a wave of laughter rolled across the office as people read that email with the typo.