There are always going to be problems, disputes, disagreements, and troubles when it comes to interactions with certain people. We live in a society that commends individuality, celebrates being your own person and not letting anything but your own wants and needs influence you.
With disagreements come hostility. But what I've noticed, is this; The only people who really get hostile are the guilty, the offended, and the misinformed.

If you take the time out of your day to send rude/mean or otherwise hostile messages to someone over the internet, you're probably quite the loser. Grow up.

The people who are worth your time will always reveal themselves to you. But is what you misinterpreted in a random profile/message/journal entry really worth the ten minutes of caps lock, crack-house, pissed-off typing really worth it? Does it make you feel better? Is it a bully complex? If you say something rude and inconsiderate enough, do you think you win?
If you walk into a room and it smells like shit, you'll decide to go into the next one. If in the next room, it smells like shit, you might decide to go to the next one again. If it still smells like shit, you might want to check your shoes.

I don't care if you are 20lbs over weight. I don't care if your hair is thinning. I don't care if you don't think you are in your prime anymore. There is nothing more unattractive than having no self-confidence.

I will admit, I'm not the prettiest, or the skinniest, or even the most intelligent of women.
But I will also admit, that I'm beautiful, I'm sexy, and I can hold a conversation for hours upon hours.

I have a career, that I love.
I have a body, that I enjoy. (Everynight. -wink-)
I have a sexy voice.
I know how to use my mouth.
I can cook anything.
I can clean a house so well, there would be a 30-second rule on dropped food.
I can draw a bath, and have you completely relaxed by the end of it.
I have the libedo of a seventeen year old boy.
I have hands that can calm even the most erratic of men.
I posess the logic of a computer.
I have eyes that you wish you had.
I know how to change my own oil.
And jump my own car.
I'm stronger than you think, and can hold my own in a wrestling match. (Bring it.)
I'm extremely faithful.
I can do things to your body, you didn't even know existed.
Typing? Spelling? Writing? I'm spektackular at.
I can draw very well.
I can dirty talk you into a frenzy.
There are no bounds to my sexual deviancy.
I can hold my liquor, and I love whiskey.
I can chug a beer, and start a campfire.
Mudding doesn't bother me, if fact, I enjoy getting down and dirty.
I'm functional, healthy, clean, effective, happy, joyful, and caring.

There you go, I gave you a list of all the great things about me. It's time to look at yourself, and find all the great things about you.

Half of the people who have added me to their favorites list don't even message...
Is it just an "admire from afar" type of thing?