The thing about internet cafes is there often is, let’s say, limited privacy. Today while waiting for my computer to reboot, I couldn’t help poking my nosy anthro nose over to see what the guy with the great big fake gold and diamond ring was doing. He was typing in a really big font! All about sending the pics and being serious about a relationship.

Well, so far that could be anything, but then he signed it Mavis. Then I saw him talking in a chat window to someone with an old white guy for a user picture. The old guy was saying something about being a serious guy, and wanting pics now, and also that he doesn’t give out his home phone to people he doesn’t know. ‘Mavis’ assured him that the pics were on the way, then flipped back to the email screen where I was treated to the picture he was sending. My inner monologue fell off its chair laughing. It was a glam shot of a black model, clearly professional, and in my opinion not the kind of pic that Mavisalone_trust would have of herself if she were actually looking for a relationship on the internet. If the guy fell for that, then I’m tempted to say he deserves what he gets. Except, of course, if he doesn’t.

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