And yet again I have been enamoured by an unknown “liker” in WordPress. Of course I like to be liked, but when the first contact includes a link to their site with the request to follow it, then I am not so likeable. I can even get ruthless and throw all the “well meant” endeavours for contact into my trash bin. When the site in question decides to follow you wherever you go, there is no escape: at least I have not yet found it. However there is no damage done and as long I can cancel and throw it all into the trash or whaever, it can disappear for unknown time.
I am used to having legs and feet walking in front of my window, with no heads or body parts since the builders arrived: sometimes they even bring their own broom with them. They do not ask me to like them or make one word comments on my windows, they do the job they are paid for. We are also not enamoured in each other, at least not that I know. Where I am a Mr. Swiss is not far behind, so the enamouring stays within borders.
I have a complete collection of good looking American service men, some even in officers uniform, that want to be my friends in Facebook. Mr. Swiss gets rather jealous, as the only contact request he once received was a full boosomed lady from somewhere in Sweden with the name of Britta wanting to be his friend. We had a discussion and I think that was when he actually decided to leave Facebook forever. I naturally refused friendship with the strapping young military men dressed in tight t-shirts with their wonderful crew cuts. They were not my type. Last week a Romanian with a name I have already forgotten suddenly appeared with a need for friendship. I checked and discovered we had nothing in common, so yet another broken heart joins the others.
The only reason I am in Twitter is to cross post from Word Press and one day perhaps an American president might discover me and ask for advice, although he is too busy taking his own advice.