I met a weirdo on the interweb
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
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A friend of my boyfriend's (no, really)
was, a few years ago, whilst at uni with my fella, quite into chatting on IRC. Let's call him Adam. He's sitting in a computer lab one day chatting away to a guy about random geekiness (well, it was a computing course after all) and builds up somewhat of a fleeting friendship. Every so often they's happen upon each other in this IRC room and natter on about the day's geekery.
Say no more.
But one day Adam was in his room, alone, in his halls of residence. His phone rings.
"Guess who this is?"
Adam doesn't know who it is.
"It's me! Chris! Off IRC!"
Adam doesn't remember giving Chris his number but no worries, hey, he's ringing for a chat, right!?
"Guess where I am!" Chris says.
"Er...at home?"
"Nope! Look out of the window!"
Adam looks out of the window and sure enough is a particularly scary looking geek, with a bag, on a mobile, waving.
"Fuck off you fucking stalking freak!" shouts Adam and hangs up.
Then the doorbell buzzes.
Then stones are thrown at the window.
And shouting is heard. Pleading, from outside.
Adam never saw Chris again and never found out how he got his number or halls room address.
But he never went on IRC again. Sometimes though, my boyfriend and his mates would send him emails signed 'love Chris'. Adam became a nervous fellow after that, sometimes he'd twitch.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 13:27, Reply)
was, a few years ago, whilst at uni with my fella, quite into chatting on IRC. Let's call him Adam. He's sitting in a computer lab one day chatting away to a guy about random geekiness (well, it was a computing course after all) and builds up somewhat of a fleeting friendship. Every so often they's happen upon each other in this IRC room and natter on about the day's geekery.
Say no more.
But one day Adam was in his room, alone, in his halls of residence. His phone rings.
"Guess who this is?"
Adam doesn't know who it is.
"It's me! Chris! Off IRC!"
Adam doesn't remember giving Chris his number but no worries, hey, he's ringing for a chat, right!?
"Guess where I am!" Chris says.
"Er...at home?"
"Nope! Look out of the window!"
Adam looks out of the window and sure enough is a particularly scary looking geek, with a bag, on a mobile, waving.
"Fuck off you fucking stalking freak!" shouts Adam and hangs up.
Then the doorbell buzzes.
Then stones are thrown at the window.
And shouting is heard. Pleading, from outside.
Adam never saw Chris again and never found out how he got his number or halls room address.
But he never went on IRC again. Sometimes though, my boyfriend and his mates would send him emails signed 'love Chris'. Adam became a nervous fellow after that, sometimes he'd twitch.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 13:27, Reply)
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