inundated from every direction with regards to politics and Corona Virus, which subsequently has been retitled ~ Covid19. Two things I promise I shall NOT discuss. I won't say EVER because, well, ever is too long a time to try to contain or maintain.
What I will talk about today is Coke Can Man. He's not an urban legend. He's real. And I've seen the photo to prove it! Warning..... you'll see a modified version at the end of the tale.
I truly feel for the youth of today. Heck, I feel for the middle aged today. Additionally, I feel for the old today. I feel for all single woman (and men for that matter as they've shared stories with me too) in any of the aforementioned categories. (Well, not ALL single women.... there are more than a handful that will see the fiery pits of Hell, but I'm not going to worry about them. I'll let God handle that. They know who they are, and He certainly does too.) Ok, back to the ones that I do care about.......
I feel for you..... 2020 is definitely a DIFFERENT place than it once was. For all the incredible advances we've had in just the past 35 years, we've definitely taken substantial steps backwards as well ~ specifically within the realm of dating.
What was once termed the dating pool (where legend had it there were plenty of fish to be found - yes, I realize I'm mixing my metaphors but at least I'm not mixing a cocktail at 8:30 in the morning) is now a dating cesspool (where the faint of heart are afraid to venture for fear of the creepy, slimey, creatures that congregate there).
Case in point ~ Coke Can Man ~ He was found on a dating site. By all outward appearances, he was an attractive individual. A grandpa even. Well groomed. Articulate. Educated. Employed. Pleasant sense of humor. No felonies or ankle bracelets. No bankruptcies. He was, however, a Harley rider. Not that it in itself is a problem. Just not an activity that the woman he was talking to was interested in, nor would she ever be. It was my understanding that was made extremely clear. In fact, that was a dealbreaker for them to continue "talking" in a dating sense, but they decided to remain in the platonic friend zone as they had so many other interests in common.
Fast forward a couple of weeks when a ding on a cell phone indicated a message had been received to the woman from the "platonic friend". The unwitting female opened the message and was shocked to find a photograph which she had never wanted, wished, or requested. In fact, she had at one point during their earlier conversations stipulated that was something NO ONE should ever send to her. It was a full color selfie of his penis positioned next to a coke can so she could visualize size and dimensions.
With speed and dexterity that surprised herself, she responded only seconds after receiving the poorly thought out photograph with a comment that still astonishes her to this day. "Ah, so you prefer the mini cans of Coke!" Needless to say, the texted response to her called her everything but her name. He determined that her lack of amazement for his photography skills and appendage deemed her: a man hating bitter bitch of a woman with a heart of stone who was going to die an unloved, unwanted hag.
Thank goodness for some of technologies advances. Delete. Block. Gone forever.............. Coke Can Man became dust in the wind. It will, however, be a lingering memory for all whom have seen, but will never be able to forget.
Happy to be a Fresca Girl
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