Copyright ©  All rights reserved. Webmistress and sole proprietor J. A. Stroud a.k.a. GlassPoet. Nothing on these pages may be used without the express permission of the author / webmistress
			The Dregs
		The dregs from the underbelly of life encircle me, as I float down the sewers of ICQ. One young man trolls for women over forty, because they are easy prey. He describes them as, "lonely." Another is looking for some "Kinky fun." And yet another says he is looking for the "Real" thing. Perhaps he should grab a Coca Cola and sit back. One woman says she loves baseball, camping and NASCAR. Do you think she really does, or is she so desperate to please? Another woman says she likes to meet new people from around the world and chat about the good things in life. Umm, reality check babe! Okay, so you're probably wondering what I am doing with my random shingle hanging out. I'm bored, sleepless. Everyone I know is safely tucked into their beds. Dreams of holding the next Powerball winning ticket play over and over again in their minds. And I sit here, sign flapping in the proverbial cyber wind, waiting for a hit. My random info states: "No freaks, no pervs, no married men. No cyber, no religion, no politics. Yeah, yeah ... I know. Boring! *lol* Deal with it!" It may be a bit too sarcastic for this seedy side of the night, but I don't wanna play slap and tickle. Hell, I don't even want to chat really ... it's just boredom knocking on the back door of my mind. And chat drowns out the pounding noise. Hey, here's a cowboy from Texas, says he likes "the great outdoors, biking, scuba diving, volleyball, camping and swimming." If that's the case then why isn't he out doing something? Oh joy! Here's a thirty-two year old male who say that we should all stay in bed and screw! How productive! Ah Ha! Here we go ... a forty-seven year old woman in a loveless marriage seeking "friendly" male chat. I'm sure her husband is exhausted from his work day and snoring away in oblivion., unaware that his wife is "lonely" and easy prey. Maybe if she cuddled up next to her husband, kissed his cheek and said, "Honey, I need to talk to you. I need to tell you that I feel lonely and I'm not sure what to do about it." Maybe if they could learn to communicate as easily as she thinks she does in ICQ, they could cancel their ISP and use that money for weekend getaways and rekindled their relationship. Then again, would he be willing to give up his porn sites? What sad lives we all seem to lead, as we float down the sewer of ICQ, ISO "friendly" chat. I need to close this. I got a hit from a guy in New Zealand who wants to discuss my negative attitude. This could be entertaining. Too bad I'm no longer bored. 5/16/00