I wrote about my birthday here and here. There is something about which I did not write, and it has to do with why I am so resistant to social networking. Most social networking sites have a means of telling people when their “friends” have a birthday and my birthday was no different. People were sending me messages of happy birthday and such. I received many innocuous wishes for a happy one. I took the time to say thank you to each person, occasionally leaving a response inspired by the wish from the person.
I don’t know what it is about birthdays that makes some men think that being inappropriately suggestive is suddenly appropriate. One person, after wishing me the usual happy birthday and a thank you from me, told me that he had something that would make my day special in his pants. Another said that he had a way I could celebrate my birthday in a big way and I just needed to join him in a chat so he could show me.
I don’t know how many there were when all was said and done. Of course, I had a choice to allow this ugliness to discolor my entire day or choose to have a good birthday in spite of some people I don’t even know.
I had a great birthday. I really really did.
|On Easter Sunday,|
I woke up to this on my laptop keyboard
waiting for me.
It was soooo delicious.