Part 3: The Response

I can't believe the nerve of this man. He really thinks he has the balls to step towards me and attempt something with his avatar less than a meter from me. And to say I don't understand something so clear as day. He literally has a woman in his partner box and all over his profile and wants to say I don't understand. Has he lost his mind?

I mean just because his hair gives off a black young Justin Bieber vibe with his chocolate skin with a toned muscular body doesn't mean he can just talk to me anyway.

Ding-Ding

Ding-Ding

Ding-Ding

I don't care about the other messages. Fuck them, how could this one man assume I don't understand something so simple. So obvious what kind of woman he takes me to be.

Ding-Ding

I scuff at his message to me and another message catches my eye. It's one of my best friends. She already started a conference chat with my other best friend, I call in while I start my message to the fucker who thinks he knows me.

"Bitchhhhhhhh" is the first thing I hear as soon as the call is connected. "You wouldn't believeeee the shit I saw todayyyyy" Damn. I lost my train of thought and for some reason for the first time in a while I'm speechless. "Aveline you hear this shit?" shit "Girl what now, I ain't huding nobody for your crazy ass no more.". I can't believe this I am really speechless. "Ave!" Fuck. "I'm sorry y'all I'm here" I am screwed.

The response. His responses.

"Ave!" Damn again they going to chew my ass out, I close the chat with the asshat. I say "Yes" as I click the home button to go home. "What got you so distracted today" I sigh and respond "Just an asshat and a dumb-ass message" shockingly she takes the answer with no additional questions and she continues with telling her story and I make sure to pay enough attention to hear the "you know what I mean" and "girllll" and the "do you know what I did next" all the usual gossip cues for the appropriate responses.

My response. His response. Our responses.

Ding-Ding

It's him.

I hear them talking and going on but it's like they are so far from the microphone that I barely know what they are saying. It's in my head I know that because the music sounds clear and I hear myself giving the responses like I'm on autopilot.

No Message. 

No other message than the basic Second Life teleport message.

I hear them calling my name and saying I ain't shit that I ain't listening as I accept.

The Teleport.

Part 2: The Message

I walk out of the dressing room and see a familiar person standing at the counter talking to the clerks. I look at her as she is talking, shocked by the wardrobe she is wearing that is completely different than the white off-shoulder jacket and blue jeans. I stand there taken aback at the red barely covering lace outfit. I watched for a few moments as her ao had her twisting slightly. It's truly been a while. 

I started another chat but this time, it was different. Not another greeting. This time is different.

I walk up to her and I start off my emote.

Rashaan walks out the dressing room, towards the doors, and sees someone that looks familiar standing at the counter and I think to myself how enticing she looks from behind. I smirk as I grip tightly on the lace leash holder in my right hand and slips the other hand in the red leather pants pocket and heads towards the counter to stand to the side of her. As she stands slightly leaned over the counter, I stand there to the side of her silently looking over her body as my eyes trace the tattoo that covers one side that flows with her curves into hidden places to be embraced by someone truly worthy. My eyes reach the end of the tattoo and I let my eyes go back up her body as I take in the view of the side of her face as I await her attention to be averted to me instead of the conversation.

Finally.

She is no longer leaning over the counter. The eye roll. Usually, an unwarranted eye roll would usually bother me but her eye rolls sent a chill up my spine. She's not my wife. They are completely different. 

I open our chat window and move it so I can see her and the chat. She's typing. 

Aveline stands up from the counter to face the man and crosses her arms as she rolls her eyes. With a quick up and down look at him she stares as if she can shoot daggers from her eyes. She smirks as she speaks "Another shopping trip without the wife and in a store like this" she chuckles "either you a stalker or you're a fuck boy.". She pauses and raises an eyebrow.

I'm shocked. I'm not an asshole or a fuck boy. I am a respectful, honest man. She just doesn't understand. I am not some average man that just wants to smash every woman on this grid. She doesn't get it. She doesn't know. I tried. I am tired. 

This attitude. This behavior. I responded.

Rashaan narrows his eyes as he stares back in her honey brown eyes while he crosses his arms. "I am not a fuck boy," I say as I step forward close enough to see her freckles on her almond skin and enough to feel her breath on mine. After a brief pause and in a low stern tone I continue "I am not a stalker I am an honest man as you seem to not understand."

The response.

Part 1: The Asshat

Alright so there I was standing in this store looking at this shirt at the sixty linden sale and I get bumped. Now usually I have my friends only turned on and my lovely bitch bumper and let it be. But today for some odd reason I didn't have my friends only on and my explosion bumper was on. SO when I was bumped a loud explosion happened and I was left as a pile of bones. With a laugh in my head at how many people were screaming in local chat, I went back to my normal shopping, looking at the shirt options making sure it fit my body, hating the fact they have 30 options of the same shirt, and not even a single fat pack. 

Ding-Ding

An IM comes through with an eye roll and a sigh. I look at the profile icon and open the message. "Hi, I'm sorry to bump you. I didn't mean to kill you and I definitely didn't mean to have you burnt to the bones." I stared at the message, sighed, and mumbled the words "a chatter". 

After a few moments, I responded, "No biggie it's just a bumper I'll be back alive in no time, have a good day." I close the chat hoping it will be the end of it and finally decide on picking the lime green shirt. I've been trying to choose different colors and get out of my comfort zone. 

Ding-Ding

Another IM and of course it's the same profile icon. While I wait for the IM to come through I tp out and go to the next store. As soon as I land the IM comes through while everything rezzes. "I hope so I would hate to not see you again." And boom another cheesy asshat trying to flirt or give their best pick-up line. 

I click the x closing the box.

Finally, everything rezzed in and I see the lovely yellow sign on the sofa that I want, and blocking the vendor is the cheesy asshat. 

Ding-Ding

I'm really starting to wish at this point that I could turn off messages because now I just wanna shop. It's my first weekend. I am not busy and someone just wanna keep starting chats. I roll my eyes as I open the chat before he finishes typing and I click the profile button to do a little investigation. 

I rarely open profiles since I usually keep conversations short and sweet. Married. Loyal. Faithful. I scuff at those words scattered across the about section of the profile. In the corner of my eye, I see the message come through as I click to the Picks of his profile. 3 tabs. "My Wife", "My Life", "My Future". Another message pops up and I move the profile window to the side to read the messages. 

"I'm starting to think we need to shop together since you have great style and I like what I see."

"You seem like the type to check out profiles before responding. I will give you a few minutes before I teleport you to the next store."

Who does this dude think he is. I mean really stop being cheesy. I roll my eyes and respond. 

"I'm good maybe call your wife I'm sure she would love to share her opinion on your shopping trip."

Silence. He moves from the vendor and I complete my purchase and go to the next store. 

Some hours later I visit an adult store. My favorite. The store is set to a lock group where you have to pay to get into the store inworld. It's a safe place for all the freaks of the grid. They want you to be enticing, they want to see your inner freak release. It's truly the only store where they invite you to be naked while you shop.

I land at the landing point and walk forward. It has a dressing room on the side if you want to change your outfit in a more private way. Sometimes I like to just see what I might get into. 

I sit on the pose stand and wait for the message and pick a number and wait for the package to be sent. While I wait for the package to unpack I realize how much I love this store. If you choose to use the dressing room they give you an outfit to wear that's exclusive and changes by the day.  Today was a red barely nothing lace outfit with a gold lace eye mask. I find my body size and change my fit and take a few pictures in the dressing room before walking out and into the store.

Ding-Ding

Now I'm not arrogant but like clockwork a message as soon as I enter the store on my way to the counter to talk to the staff at the counter. Usually, it's just another customer flirting or trying to score a little playtime. I look at the profile icon to see if it was someone I remember from the last visit.

It's the asshat. I open the message and a paragraph is what is taking over the chat window. Before I started to read the message I realized he was standing to the side of me in red leather pants showing his moisturized body and chocolate skin and with a gold lace leash holder in hand. It was kind of hard to keep my eyes off the pants since it was barely covering anything. I roll sigh slightly, not so much bothered about his repeated occurrence anymore or that I have to read another cheesy message but that I kind of was curious about the paragraph that this cheesy, vendor blocking, stalking, married man left in my messages.

The message.