I love being a man

So, I’m not a man, but I pretended to be one online. And I must say, I love being a man.

Okay, this sounds weird, but it’s not as weird as you think.

The story

Since we’re moving to Australia, we have to get rid of a lot of our stuff. My husband has a lot of geeky stuff, like figurines, Funko Pops, games, etc. We can’t take it with us and we also need money for the plane ticket, so we’re busy selling a lot of the stuff.

We decided Facebook Market Place is the way to go since he’s sold some stuff on it before. The problem was, my husband didn’t have the time or motivation to post all the items, so I did that part for him. Also, he works from home and is a bit more flexible, so he can accommodate people who buy and collect stuff from our house. (I’m doing teaching practicals at the moment, so I’m at the school most of the time)

He gave me his Facebook password, and I listed the items on his behalf. Might I add it took forever, but I got it done. 

I was surprised by the way people spoke to me online (thinking I’m my husband). The guys were so cool and chill. Everyone was like “Thanks buddy” and “Cool man” and stuff like that—just general friendly chillness.

Is this what it’s like for all men? And if so, why can’t they be like that all the time with women as well.

Unpleasant experiences

I consider myself quite average looking, but there have been a couple of guys who randomly messaged me on social media asking me if I have a boyfriend and whatnot.

First of all, ew. Secondly, that’s how you get cat-fished and get your money stolen. Thirdly, to the guys who do this kind of shit, has this approach ever worked?

Luckily, I have never received a dick pic (thank God) but I have received vag pics—twice. Both were unsolicited, by the way. It’s also important to mention that I am not romantically interested in women, so these incidents were very weird for me. 

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I just stared at the screen for five minutes, reliving the weirdness of those pics.

Lastly

Since the internet is weird and life is unpredictable, I guess some of you have a (somewhat) similar story. Please tell me all about it in the comments. 

Meh.

Michelle

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