So, Shareaza is Shareaza-ing, as in, getting files and stuff, and a window pops up, and it’s a chat with user rafael. I just HATE it when people I don’t know come up to me to talk. Hate it. Which is ironic because I met one of my best friends Valerie online. But that was normal. Through common interests, through my site, not through some random idiotic application made for file sharing. But, what the heck, I said hi back. I thought that the usual chit-chat would be ok, you know, how old I was, what I did for a living, where I was from… Then he wanted my MSN. Whoa, back off mister.
I said I didn’t really talk to strangers, and that for all he knew I was a psychotic serial killer, who weighted 200 kilos and had four kids and an income of $100. He asked if it was true, I said it might as well be. I don’t think he got the point because he started saying he wanted to be my victim. Ew.
And then I said, “ok nevermind, bye” but I don’t think he quite got the message then either. He wanted to give me his MSN, to which I laughed and said, “but I won’t add you anyway” and he just kept bugging me! Aahh!
Suddenly, I burst. I asked why he had picked me, and he said (and don’t choke from laughing now) that he liked me a lot. Myeah, after all these years he was bound to, right? After me saying it wouldn’t lead us anywhere and that he might as well be a Chitãozinho and Chororó fan (just think of the worst thing ever) and be gay, he still hadn’t given up. He said he actually liked Legião Urbana, which everyone here practically LOVES, including Caleb, and I said, “see, I hate them”.
That shut him up good. If only I’d known it ten minutes before…