Facebook has been both a blessing and a curse so far this year for me. I have been getting an unusual amount of friend requests from total strangers that I can only assume are coming from this Pittsburgh Steelers fan club that I joined. I used to be the type of person who would just accept anyone, but lately I have been very selective in who I add and who I don't.
You learn the hard way when you start getting messages from guys that added you soley because they think you are "cute" and then ask you out. The last time I checked - Facebook is not a dating service, but then again what do I know?
One day I woke up to a very long Facebook message from an older gentleman that Was a random friend add (didn't previously know him) who felt that apparently look like I would be interested in an erotic story. The erotic story consisted of a woman shoving a random vegetables up her ass and enjoying it. Clearly this man was unaware that my feelings towards vegetables are roughly about the same as I feel about shoving things up one's ass, I find the thought of both equally repulsive.
That same day I had to message POF because for the first time in eight years of being on the website I have a 51-year-old stalker that won't leave me alone (and by stalker I mean I received 30 messages to which I didn't respond to any of them in less than 24 hours, two blocking's later and he still coming back for more).
At this point with it not even be in one week into the New Year one would probably just want to throw in the towel, nope not me. There was a brief glimmer of hope when I was out on a date Monday night with a very attractive, nice, normal guy from POF that revived my hopes to retract the nose dive the year had already started taking, even though I was looking over my shoulder the entire time because he took me to the same pizza place that the obsessed football watcher frequents....but then Tuesday happened.
Tuesday had started like any normal day, with the exception of the first real snow of winter that caused accident up on accident. The day flew by and I had found myself at home, sitting on the couch, when i get a text from none other than my buddy "Big Ron". It's been a while since I heard from him. Typically after I tell him to "go away" usually pops up anywhere between two weeks to a month later for more abuse. This time had been different tho. If you are familiar with my convos with Ron, when we last left off he was asking me if I knew any men, that not only could he experiment with but that him and I could share.
Ironically about six months ago, I had met a guy on OkCupid who is very similar to Ron in many ways. He was a very nice guy who was slightly sexually confused as to which team he wanted to play for. And once it was ruled out that I would never ever romantically get involved with him we remained friends.
When Ron messaged me, something clicked in my head and I that's when I had the idea to set them up. Now mind you - I am probably the worlds worst matchmaker. Every attempt at me setting people up has ended in disaster, but I had only tried to set people based off of: you have a dick, you have a vagina - you guys would be perfect for each other!
So now the playing field is a bit different. I got too many dicks and not enough holes to work with. But I was willing to try to help Ron - I mean even after the years of knowing each other and the blunt and honest rejecting that I give him, at the end of the day he is still a human being looking for some sort of connection. The convo went something like this (they are in a series of 4
Messages. Read left, down, then right) 
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So, I did it. I tried to set up two lonely men who were seeking to explore their mutual interest in their own sexuality. Part of me felt as if I had done a good thing, the other part of me felt dirty - and I felt more sorry for the guy I had fed to the big bad Ron wolf. But always with good intentions in mind, I had hoped for the best while knowing this was going to probably end up being a disaster.
A couple of weeks later I get this:
Clearly my attempts at finding Ron happiness was short lived, however if I had to guess, Im sure Ron self sabatoged himself in some way, shape or form. But then It was if the clouds opened up, and I was given a second chance to find Ron the rim job he so desperately wanted. Out of nowhere I got this message from another fine specimen from Pof.
We shall see what happeneds!
Keepin it real-
Shelby
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