ICQ is a take off on the words 'I Seek You'...a nifty little program that opens up anyone's world. Your possibilities are endless. Your travels can take you anywhere. It opens up whole new avenues of information, broadens your circle of friends, enriches your life.
Your life can never be the same if you want that.
You can become addicted to 'uh oh's, the little sound the program uses to alert you to an incoming message...you can hear one from outside of the house, from down in the basement, over the roar of the dishwasher, through the laughter emminating from the TV sitcom. You begin to hear 'uh ohs' in your sleep, or else you are so obsessed that you left it on all night.
An 'uh oh' can send you running to the computer, hands on the mouse in zero to six seconds.
For 'LadiesMan', for 'RamRod', for 'ToDieFor'...each and every man anxious to grab a moment of your time in the hopes that you'll send him your naked picture!! What is it with these guys??
Actually ICQ is a nice tool, and has limitless possibilities, as anyone who uses it knows. You can join up with friends, share files, meet new people all from the comfort of your living room.
Or you can hide away in your bedroom and chat with 'LoverBoy'...
I've listed my 'essentials' to let any callers know that I'm not interested in cyberloving. I've made it abundantly clear where I stand on that issue. Stand, not lay...get it?
But, there are those who can't see beyond their own keyboards who will invariably send me a message..."Got any naked pics?". And for them I've scoured the net and found the most unspeakable picture I could find. This I send and they never reply!!! Gee...and I thought they wanted me for MY MIND!
Once in a while I get a call from a girl...and I think...'KEWL'...and then I find out she's gay. Nothing wrong with that, it's just that I'm not. And there's NOTHING in my essentials that says I am. It says I'm HAPPY!!!! Sometimes I feel like there's two sides to the information file. The one I see that says I'm a normal nice kind of girl and the one others see that says "Perverted hussy able to leap on tall men with a single bound, nastier than a speeding wench, more powerful than a 'ho' with motives"
Then there's people I've met who have become very dear to me...and we'll be having a nice, funny, enlightening conversation...
AND GET INTERRUPTED BY HORNYLOVER!!!!!!!
"Hi..horny norwegian guy loves american women sexy chat"....No initial "Hello, my name is Sven and I'd like to discuss Swedish cabinet making..." No getting to know a little bit about the wife, kids, two cats and the dog. Let's just get straight to why I came....or want to! :)
What is it about chat that makes people think if you are there that you have no life, that you can't possibly be happy, that you must be looking for love in all the wrong places? Why do they think you NEED them? That you want them, that you must have erotic tendencies crying out to be filled?? That they alone can fill you???
Can't a person just be looking for some casual conversation?? Can't you be hoping to find someone with similar interests to pass a little time? Doesn't anyone want to talk about blanching tomatoes? How about quilting? Computers? Kids? Puppies? Auto transmissions?
Sorry, gotta go...this might be the ONE...I think we're going to talk about flossing, his name is 'BiteMe'...
"UH OH" "UH OH" "UH OH" "UH OH"...