All ’bout the money

This is a follow-up story of my intimate relationship with a man that I've already posted in "If  I Were A Carpenter"

For me, an old saying that says "love is blind" seems to happen in this case. He already fell in love with me, after he saw my pictures in a social network. I don't know which one is right, whether I look a like a real woman or he didn't take a look at my pictures very carefully.

First time he sent me message, I really surprised with his compliments. My feeling is between happy, doubt and think that it is only a spam.  With fad I replied to his message. It happened several times.

Then our relationship become more intimate and I don't want to break his heart. Among other he said that meeting me is not a difficult thing to do, but then my heart must be ready to meet him. So I asked him how he can be so sure about his feeling to me, because we never meet. How can he be so sure that I'm a woman that can fulfil his love.  I began to remind him to observe me, search about me, investigate me and questioning myself.  But it goes like an old saying that says "dogs bark, the caravan still passes", he keeps sending me messages containing his compliments.

Because I'm so  confused and still not dare to tell him who I really am,  so I give him a clue with a question that asks his opinion on crossdresser, lesbian and gay. But it goes the same way too as before. Maybe he's drunk in love. What further questions and clues I must ask and say to him to give him a clear vision about me.

I finally ventured to make a confession stating that I am a crossdresser. After that he stopped sending me emails for several days. I came to conclusion that he must be shocked to know that I am a crossdresser.

Apparently,  my conclusion is wrong, because he finally sent me an email. But the content of his email makes me sure that he is only a spammer. He told me that he still loves me and he wants to send a lot of money to me, but I must keep it secret and I must give him my detail identity. A very typical message that I often receive from many letters from different persons, man and woman.

I should be ashamed to tell you about this story. My  fake love affair with a spammer. So it can be said that it's all about money. So, maybe  any spammers want to comment on my posting ?

Denis

When I was browsing  Youtube and saw the song above, suddenly I remembered an old friend of mine in high school named Denis as well.  Me and Denis used to sit in same table together in the last  row in the classroom. We are close friends.

Denis and I like the others in general are also pleased joking and kidding. Sometimes also played  physical game. But there was something that Denis did to me that I didn't like it. Denis sometimes likes to pinch and poke my breasts and buttocks while saying, "plump,  tender, a lot of meat, flirtatious, like a girl". When I was a student, I was a bit chubby. I could not get angry with him, I also didn't feel so offended. I just felt a bit annoyed and a bit uncomfortable. Maybe Denis saw that our table was in the last line, so no one behind us who can saw what Denis doing to me. A very good position. A hidden place.

I also  admit that Denis face is attractive. But at last we separated when we graduated. Since then I never meet Denis again and never heard of Denis again.

So, where are you now my dear friend Denis ? Are you still reading my article ? I hope you don't angry with me, because of this article. If so, I am sorry. I hope you are doing well right now, happy with your life and your spouse. Or are you still looking for life couple ? A woman or a man ? Or both ?