Hate Mail

Remember when you were a kid at Christmas and the biggest present under the tree was for you?

You thought about it for weeks and you were so excited about it! Was it a race car? A tractor? A new bike?

And then when you opened it, it was like an ugly yellow sweater your grandma knitted for you with a stupid monkey on the front. You wanted to punch that monkey in the face.

Well, that happened to me today. Barely five days old, I got my first blog-related email from an address I didn’t recognize. And it was hate mail. Go figure.

So lets all gather around in a circle, hold hands, and let this fine young lady vent. Then we’ll break for popsicles and poor-grade hashish.

XXXXXX@XXXXX,com

You don’t know me, but I was forwarded an email through a freind that had a link to youre blog address. For some reason I looked at it and I wish I hadnt.

I don’t know you, but I really think you should be ashamed of yourself and your blog. Does it make you feel better about yourself to trash lonly people simply looking to find some companionship in their lives? So what they are different then you are. I would bet judging from your picture (if that is you prob not) that the people you post on your blog are much happier than you. You might think that your good loking but I certainly don’t and you obviously lack charcter. People looking for love is a PRIVATE matter for them and it should be kept that way PRIVATE not for you to make fun of them.
I feel sorry for your grilfriend if you have one, but you probably don’t and you certainly wont meet one now . Good luck with that, maybe you should put a perosnal ad on your own site.LOL

Private! Private?

Sorry, I was choking on a fried eel.

These ads are anything but private, you bitter, angry shrew. These ads are among the millions of personal ads posted on public boards throughout the internet. You may not have seen them what with all the time you spend reading Good Housekeeping.

I appreciate your opinion, but I will continue to write this fascinating viewpoint into the psyche of the American male, and you can continue to save otters from tuna nets.

And the thought that I may use this blog to meet women is preposterous. Absolutely preposterous.

By the way, all single women can email me at weaselworden@yahoo.com.