The day I was expecting has finally arrived! I don’t need to feel like a cold harpy that couldn’t give a poor romantic the benefit of the doubt. The man that has been trying to keep my attention has finally gotten to the point, and here I go, trolling my catfish.
Naughty Bloggess, I know. Someone should consider spanking me. Assuming I’m not creeped out . . . And I’m interested in his conversation . . . And dinner should happen. Okay, maybe we should skip the spanking. Apparently I’m asking for way too much.
I thought the request would involve his phone. The phone was what he kept complaining about, even though the flight home was something we talked about. I just assumed he would say he didn’t have enough notice for the flight but he surprised me.
I could understand an account being frozen, but a damaged card still has usable numbers you can read or type into a website. He’s a New Yorker/Californian/World Traveller, and he should know this. Right?
And if you can recall (I can), this job already paid him half of what he was expecting to get paid for the completion of the job. Is it possible that with that kind of a payout on a job he flew to Brazil for with a team of about 10 . . . No one else could help him?
I offer a way out when I can. They never take it. The big request was almost anti-climactic, but this is where I start trolling him and I really have fun with it. Because I’m not always a nice person, right?
If I were a nice person, I would just tell him the reality of what I’m doing on my blog. But is that really a nice thing to do? To tell them we were playing a partnered game? I wouldn’t take out a loan for myself if I can avoid it because I think of the reality of paying it back. If you can’t take out a loan at a bank, why should I trust you with my money. People work at banks and get paid big bucks to make prudent decisions. I should trust their lead, right?
Yesterday there were a few texts without his odd typos. It’s like he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. Commitment to your lies helps sell the story. Me for example . . .
I am intentionally making myself into a very plump and delicious whale. Maybe I can drag this one out for another 9 days. Not that I want to bore you with my shenanigans. I just want to frustrate him. My Kid1 intends to send me the “dankest memes” so I can send those as my send off. We’ve connected over our web shenanigans.
So it’s now day 10, and he’s been checking in with me more often and trying to see how I’m coming along with his request. The point of this blog series was to tell you what to look for, so I won’t bother giving you the details of my debauchery and lies unless you really want them.
My reality is I’ve been catfished more often than I want to be. I don’t bother sharing their pictures or other details because I’m sure most of them are fake. There’s probably some innocent person out there that gives great massages, loves to cuddle and visit museums and has a really large brain and he has no idea his pictures are being used for someone’s income stream.
I had a job interview for a pharmaceutical company that wanted me to interview through Google Hangouts. That was the first red flag. Asking my sex, age, marital status and other illegal details was another. They asked where I banked to see if they could set up direct deposit.
I met another man Saturday just after I lost my job. He’s been offering to send me money. He’s been asking for my checking account and routing numbers but doesn’t understand why I won’t trust him. He almost seemed angry at my mistrust and gave many excuses as to why he can’t use Western Union, Paypal, Venmo or the Go Fund Me pages I set up when I was trying to take my leadership classes.
We reveal so much in passive conversation. How old are you? I just had my birthday, when is yours? Where do you live? Are we close? Are you still married?
No one needs to know where you bank or private details like your bank account.
A birth date can be used for verification.
No one needs your social security number unless they are reporting to the government.
You don’t need to lend money to a person that not even a bank would trust. Seriously. Don’t take my word for it. My kids collaborated so I could test their internet savvy.
According to Kid1:
You don’t give out your address, your age, social security number, credit card information, zip code, and never post a picture of your face in your profile. Use a fake name and fake age (because he’s not old enough to have a YouTube). Rule 34, if it exists, there’s a porn of it, don’t test it. Many of my friends have tested it. I am unfortunately one of those people that tested it. People are very weird. And there are many places you don’t go on the internet like 8Chan, 2Chan, 4Chan. They’re all full of edgy people. They will find your internet IP and home address. Just don’t go.
According to Kid2:
Don’t give out your info. No info at all, except my Nintendo friend code.
Kid3: Not your middle or last name.