Chatters

 I finally found the button (or toggle) I needed to employ on Instagram to stop the would-be chatters from phishing while chatting with me. It's just been amazing how many single men in their 40s, 50s, and 60s, have been writing to me who are all widowed, and who are all either in the military, or they happen to be surgeons. Wouldn't you know it, they all have children who are of tender ages still.  Even the ones you could allege would be at least 60 years of age and have daughters (never sons) who are 8 or 9 years old. They either have private accounts so you can't see their 17 posts, or they have several (usually under 10) posts all of which were posted within the past couple of days.  Oh yes, there's the rub!  New accounts, lame photos of these seriously rich and handsome men, standing in front of exotic cars, brightly colored vacation spots, or beside their pools with a cool drink. GIVE ME A FREAKIN' BREAK!

    I suppose there are millions if not hundreds of millions of women on Instagram (and now Twitter is being hit up with them too) who are just waiting and hoping to meet up with these disguised idiots who think and feel that they have even the slightest chance in Hell speaking to me after they start their first initial introduction piece with "Hello Dear" or "You're so beautiful".   Take a number, or better yet, go fly a kite! Wasn't that polite? I could have said something more dramatic, but in case my grandkids are reading this I don't want them to know exactly how rude their Gramma can be. These phishers are not necessarily bots, but they have no good reason to write to me. If any of them, and I mean ANY ONE of them had taken two minutes to read through my posts they'd know straight up I don't play that game...or any other game for that matter. I'm not the nicest Belle at the Ball. I don't even go to Balls, but I'll cut off a pair if I need to.

    About a year ago I began writing up posts that clearly state I don't chat. That didn't help.  I then began blocking anyone and everyone who tried to follow me if they had a private account. If I can't see their posts, they aren't going to see mine. I didn't join Instagram to date. I didn't join it to chat. I didn't join it to get to know anyone better, become friends, or hang out. I'm not about to get on an app to exchange information. I'm not giving up my bank information. I'm not getting anyone out of trouble, or allowing them to put their money in my bank just long enough for it to clear customs! Why women (or men) fall for these lines I'll never know. Why people have allowed themselves to be so lonely as to think that even one of these schozes could be real, I don't know. It's so blatantly obvious to anyone with a brain that they are con-men, users, and probably from Russia, Romania, or China, somewhere where their broken English is acceptable. 

    The ones that really chap my butt are the ones claiming falsely of course, to be military, and not just any military, they are claiming to be AMERICAN military. I shut them down faster than any others. I turn them in to the FBI and other authorities as well for Valor Theft as well as cyber false statements. Did you know when you sign up for these social media sites you pledge to tell the truth? You do, so when you get caught in felon lies it can actually work against you. I don't know if the leads ever get followed, I don't know if Homeland Security is keeping the records, but I send them every time. I can't stand it when someone tries to say they are from the precious and most wonderfully protective military in the world when they are cowards, liars, thieves, and more.  Don't even get me started.

    Just so they know, and I hope they do, I will never date someone online. I won't chat with them, I won't try to find out even what their favorite color is because I do not care. I used to say we can talk about Forex, but you know what, I don't want to even do that. I found the toggle switch that lets me SHUT OFF their ability to write to me or send messages and that's a great thing. Hopefully, it should stop. I hope it does. I mean, I realize there may actually be someone who wants to get to know me for real, but after they read the 3500+ posts and my blogs, they'll find out I'm not only a stubborn, hard-headed woman with conservative and Christian views, I'm just not that nice - - I think I said that before, but it bears witness again. Nope, not this woman. I make up my mind, I spend my money, I do what I want to do, and there isn't a man out there that I would listen to if I didn't want to....it is what it is. My son has first shot at trying to get me to do what he thinks is good for me. My Daddy is in Heaven.  That narrows the list down to ONE (besides Jesus).

ENJOY!  There's not a single reason I would change my mind. MOVE FORWARD.

    


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