The Season of Desperation seems to be upon us.

Those of us on FaceCrack, and Instagram seem to inundated with request from people wanting us to become their friends. These requests are coming to men from women, and to women from men.

Or at least, I believe that they are coming from the opposite sex. You never know with the internet being completely anonymous. Heck, they all could be coming from a Bot as far as that goes.

Being an old, retired guy with time on his hands I usually engage them for fun. Their story is pretty much the same. A single woman aged anywhere from 25 to 31. Living with a relative other than their parents. Sometimes employed, sometimes not. The one thing that is constant is that English is not their first language. The way that they construct their sentences pretty much shows that.

The conversations start out fairly innocently up until they get to the point where they start to ask for presents. Usually not money. Gifts that show them how special you think they are.

That is about the time I explain I have no money to give, and the conversation usually ends after that.

Friends ask me why I even engage with these people, be they male or female. I just find it interesting that the tactic used, actually works. I mean, it must or these people wouldn’t be so interested in participating in it. I call the ones from Instgram, InstaSluts, and the ones from FaceCrack, FaceCrackWhores.

I know, those are pretty ugly monikers, but hey….these people are trying to trick me into giving them “gifts”….preying on my supposed lonliness/hornyness…..I feel no shame.

I always wonder where these folks are. Are they prisoners with access to computers? Are they operating out of some cubicle farm? Are they working out of their, or someone else home? There is no possible way that they are actual people. The stories used are way too similar, and contrived.

Today was a banner day. I had three, count them three!!!! InstaSluts vying for my attention. I was in the process of getting my oil changed….in my car, get your nasty mind under control….when I started texting with these IS’s.

The conversations unfortunately ended before the car was ready because they got to the questions of gifts way to soon. I was disappointed.

Thankfully, there is tomorrow.