Guy 118 – Boris – Stolen Pics Guy

He had an accent I couldn’t quite place, possibly Russian.  He definitely used someone else’s body pic, and sent me a very old face pic.  These guys never learn.  You don’t look like that anymore.  My guess is, you haven’t in close to 15 years (which would explain the dated leather jacket look in the face pic – damn, I should have caught that…).  I sent you a pic taken a matter of weeks ago.  I feel like it was a bait and switch move.  The body pic totally wasn’t him.  The guy in the body pic had a six pack.  Boris had a keg.  One of these days I am going to call one of these guys on it to their face.  Hey buddy, check out this pic you sent me – you clearly weigh at least 50-60 lbs more than the guy in the pic with the 6 pack abs.  And that face pic?  Your hair was completely black and full, clearly not the case now.  This pic is years old, possibly decades.  Go fuck yourself.  Someday.  It’s coming, just wait.  You lucked out it wasn’t you, Boris.  It helped that you said I was really cute and I should have no problem finding a boyfriend.  In the end though, you’re still a lying douche, and I’m not seeing you again.

 

Guy 119 – Neil – Strange and Dark Guy

Neil said he was looking for someone strange and dark.  I figured that pretty much described my life.  We met and went for a walk in the park.  He was an IT guy and I really wasn’t getting a strange or dark vibe from him at all.  He was more of an uptight dorky computer guy, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.  He was a really sweet guy and I spent a few hours hanging out talking to him, but I wasn’t quite sure exactly what he was looking for.  This is a guy who was incredibly excited about his 3D printer and couldn’t stop talking about all the things he was going to make with it.

It’s been a few weeks now and we’re still texting, but I don’t think I’m strange and dark enough for him.  He actually told me he thinks I’m delightful after meeting me.  That’s not one I get often, if ever.  It seems he has since found someone who meets his strange and dark requirements.  He has discovered that he’s very interested in face sitting and being restrained.  I’ve already tried the dom/sub thing and found it does nothing for me, but I hope Neil finds what he’s looking for.  He told me a story about a friend of his who went out with a guy who told her he was a lion, and she was the prey, and then licked her face.  He asked, who does that?  Because there must be a woman out there who actually likes that if a guy does it.  I assured him there is a kid for every pot, or some such shit.  Then I realized what I texted and assured him I meant a lid for every pot, that I do not cook kids.  And now I wonder, is that why I am still single?  Because I am trying to put kids into pots? Either way, I hope Neil finds the kid or lid or whatever for his pot.  And I really should stop texting and driving, I know…

 

Guy 120 – No Name – Dirty Panties Guy

I had heard of women who sold their worn underwear, but never gave it much thought.  Until one day I did think about it and wondered, why not?  It’s not like I can’t live without a pair of dirty underwear or will really miss it, or care what the guy will do with them, as long as I don’t have to see them do it.  So I found a guy looking for worn panties.  He asked how much I wanted for them so I turned to my trusted friend, Google, for dirty panty value.  There is actually quite a lot of info out there on selling worn underwear, if you want to find it.  I decided $40 was fair, based on my research.  Dirty Panties Guy (henceforth to be known as DPG, as I never wanted or got his name), felt this was high.  He said his “other girls” only charged $20-30.  I told him I had done my research and felt $40 was a fair price, given ~$5 for the cost of a pair of panties and personal delivery to an agreed upon drop off site.  I said he was welcome to look elsewhere as I really didn’t care and certainly wasn’t going to get my panties in a twist over it.  He replied saying $40 was OK.  We agreed on a day for the exchange and the type of panties.  I told him I don’t wear thongs and he agreed boy shorts worked for him.

The day of the exchange DPG kept messaging me, asking if I was wearing “his” panties.  I assured him I was.  He asked how I wanted to do the exchange and if I wanted to come to his house and have a drink and “tease” him like one of the other girls had.  He said most of them got in the back seat of his truck, took them off and handed them to him in the front seat.  I told him I would take them off at my house, put them in a sealed plastic bag, meet him in a public place and exchange the panties with him there.  No way was I going to his house or getting in a truck with this guy and taking off my underwear.  He said OK, he was fine with whatever I was comfortable with.

I met DPG at a shopping center in broad daylight.  He looked like a character actor I’ve seen before, he played a bad guy in the Patrick Swayze movie, Roadhouse.  (Kevin Tighe is the actor if you want to look him up.  I swear he has moved to PA and is buying women’s dirty panties for fun.)  He pulled up behind me and asked if I wanted to get in his truck.  I said no, not particularly.  He said then he should get in my car so it didn’t look like a drug deal (which it kinda felt like – not that I’ve ever done one, but I imagine that’s what it would feel like).  I said fine.  He got in, I handed him a plastic baggie of dirty panties (technically, his drug of choice), he handed me $40, said thanks, we both said bye, he got out, and I took off.

I think my panty selling career is over.  Maybe if it was mail order, I could do it.  Seeing the guy in person just felt skeevy though.  I was terrified he was going to open the bag in front of me and sniff them or something.  Maybe it is judgmental, but I don’t want to know what he’s going to do with my used panties.  Is that awful?  He messaged me not long after I got home saying, nice panties.  I didn’t answer.  What was I supposed to say?  I aim to please?  Thanks, so glad the smell of my vagina is pleasing to you?  Then he messaged me again, asking if my not replying meant I wasn’t interested in “doing future pairs”.  I’m not interested in “doing future pairs”, so I didn’t reply to that message either.  Apparently DPG is really fucking dense, because he still kept messaging me.  I finally told him I didn’t think the used panty thing was up my alley and I didn’t feel any need to do it again.  He said OK, and asked, did you wanna try anything else?  What the fuck?  I have no idea what that even means or where he was going with that, but I assured him, no, I’m good, thanks.  I’m keeping my dirty panties from now on.  I’m washing them before wearing them, of course, but no more selling them to pervy old guys – although it is good to know the option is out there if my current career falls through…