A woman received a Facebook friend request from a very attractive, athletic nineteen-year-old guy. Purely driven by curiosity as to why someone that young would want to connect, she clicked accept.
Immediately, the private messages started flooding in. He called her absolutely breathtaking and eagerly asked for her age. Committed to the absolute truth, she told him her real age and reminded him that she was old enough to be his mother, if not his grandmother. Still, she let him sweet-talk her for a bit, because a little flattery never hurt anyone.
After a few minutes of playful banter, the young man decided to move fast. “Can we please start talking about adult things?” he messaged with a winking tone.
She replied, “Sure, why not?”
Thrilled, the boy quickly typed back, “Thank you, babe! You start.”
So, being a woman of her word, she did! She launched into vivid detail about her severe arthritis, explaining exactly how badly her knees click when it rains. She described how her lower back acts up whenever a cold front rolls in, and went into a deeply analytical breakdown of her chronic insomnia.
She didn’t stop there. She gave him a full breakdown of how her pacemaker operates, shared her daily struggles with extra-strength laxatives, and proudly wrapped up the conversation by recommending a high-quality brand of denture adhesive.
She was as honest as humanly possible about “adult things,” but for some bizarre reason, he blocked her instantly.
