MissMolo

I've met a lot of fellow engineers lately, what fun!

I had several men message me: "Nice tits" and nothing else.

Which is to be expected

Except for when you have b-cups.

These men have terrible taste in tits.

Sorry I can't get replies to everyone that strikes my fancy in one night. If I've replied at all, it's because you're a sexy beast and either

a.) I want you gagged, bound, and covered in hot wax or chocolate (It's a hard decision between fire and food).

b.)  I want to spend a night in cuffs being told-- both physically and verbally-- that I'm unworthy of your affection and need discipline. 

And if I haven't responded:

When I see "Hi, my name is--" as the opener of a message, I automatically insert the words "shit-filled douche". Because neither you nor that particular item will come in close proximity to my genitals.

I know I'm smart, I don't need to be told.

I also know I'm vain. If you can't beat it out of me or make it worse, fuck off.

I could decipher your shitty rendition of the English language, but I won't waste my time. Capitalize. Punctuate. Don't make contractions out of words that are three letters long to begin with.

If you don't have a picture I automatically assume your intent is to remove my skin and sew it into a stylish leather coat for your house cat named Ass Nugget while listening to show tunes and eating buttered pickles.

Which I'm not particularly into.

I'm pleasantly surprised by the number of non-creepers there are. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I wasn't prepared for meeting genuinely smart, witty, sweet, and handsome men...and a few women I wouldn't mind getting to know.

Not to say there aren't revolting entities that represent the refuse of humanity out there...just not nearly as many.