Just once, I’d like to respond to one of these men in their fifties who email me, a twenty-seven year-old woman, and say things like “I want to make your dreams come true.” Really? Because my dreams start with avoiding being freaked out by men too old for me!
But I know that would be wrong, so I just delete the messages. It’s like in the old vampire movies: They can’t come in unless you invite them.
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