DUMPED!

Yeah, I know, "internet relationships"- what are you gonna do? But before you scoff, I never had so much attention from a woman in my whole life! Never mind that we never met. Never mind that I never even saw a picture of her nor heard her voice. It was as real- as unreal- as any real life relationship.

My troll broke up with me. Yeah. Dumped me. She said, it was because her grant was not renewed and thus, she couldn't afford to..."study"... me anymore but, I suspect it was something else. A ferrerman knows...

Hell, Angelique770 was trolling all the ninnies and dregs too. By her own admission she had joined them to study them- mating habits and such, I suppose. But, liking them so much, she decided to stay even after her research was over. Does it get anymore special than that?

Well, that's what she said. I don't endorse people's lies and fantasies, I'm just an observer in life. NOT paid for it either, I should add. Whereas Angelique has the time and energy (AND STAFF! AND STUDENTS!) to research people's posts to cull facts from them to be used in insipid *stories* about her findings about the dregs and ninnies and the people they encounter on the net, I'm a bit more old school. I listen when people talk- or write- and I pay attention to detail. "Hmm," I might say to myself when a guy my age talks about his combat tour in Vietnam, "MY candy ass was in Social Studies thinking about boning Mary Jane Rottencrotch (not her real name [it was Sally]) while this guy was killing commies!"

But, that's me. If you don't laugh at or about these people, you could become these people. Perhaps nowhere in our modern times is the line between reality and fantasy blurred more than it is on the internet. Years ago when I tended bar, some fat, stupid looking guy could sit on a barstool and regale everyone with his romantic tales of frequent conquest of women. No one would believe the slob. It would be evident to anyone that he was not the great lover he purported himself to be.

But, put that lardass on a keyboard, access to photoshop (for an avatar), his same line of bullshit, and you've got the most interesting man in the world. You might even have a female therapist in Portland Oregon...

That was one of my favorite taunts to her. You don't know who you're dealing with on the net. She could be a 300 pound disabled longshoreman named Lou who's got a lot of time on his hands and something of a feminine side to explore...

Does it matter? She COULD BE a therapist too. Does that matter?

Well, yeah. I've been told that a lot of people get into psychiatry to find out what's wrong in their own weird heads. That Army doctor at Ft. Hood comes to mind. I'm sure most get into mental health to actually help others, help themselves. They probably don't write stories about hunky orderlies and sexy doctors and the trolls who love them. Yeah, that's your average "Misadventures Of The Regs" stories and/or someone's extra credit towards a PHD. Pretty crappy stuff. There were times I wondered if s/he wasn't a teenager given the sophomoric level of the writing and an odd, underdeveloped knowledge of pop culture. Well, perhaps not all that odd when you consider that s/he was sometimes born in Europe and other times born in the USA. That's gotta affect a child some...

And, of course, the whole lie about the penis pics kinda sealed the deal. You can lie to anyone you choose about something I "did" but, if you lie to me- tell ME I did something that didn't happen, you've just flushed all of your credibility down the toilet that is your soul.

Don't forget to wipe, Angelique. Toilet training is a very important part of infancy and early childhood development...

You can google that.