A corollary to what I wrote about stalking college coeds who posed for Playboy: What I noticed when I started hunting for them on social networking sites is that they tended to have MySpace pages more than facebook pages.
My line of thinking may have been cemented just by the first girl (in the "Girls of Conference USA" spread) I found, a really hot woman by the fake name of Tracy "Alexander," a coed from Southern Miss who appeared in a group shot with two other girls in bodypaint. She had a MySpace (since deleted; I don't know why she decided to erase any trace of her existence ... she's hot and I miss her deeply), and right then and there I decided I was going to get a MySpace so I could be MySpace friends with her! We exchanged a lot of messages with each other, many of them back-and-forth, like Instant Messages. I remember one time it sounded like she was hanging out at a party celebrating her birthday, and we exchanged messages about this website where she could get her own birth chart done for free. Good times. But now she's gone.
What I liked about instantly becoming "friends" with her is that I could see all the "friends" she had, and many of them were the other girls of CUSA who posed in the same pictorial with her. Most of them weren't even model types, just girls next door that wanted to connect online over their decision to get naked for everybody to see. So I "friended" them, and most of them said yes! It felt so good to be wanted.
One of the those CUSA chicks, Haydn Porter of Tulsa, had this special page on facebook where she was publicizing her entry in a modeling contest for some mascara company. I signed up on facebook, I think, just to do that. However, I almost instantly regretted that.
Before I signed up for facebook, I resisted all calls from my friends who were on facebook. And since I'm on it, I might as well connect with friends. But then they would see that I like this model who just happened to pose for Playboy, and then they'd my deep dark secret that I'm a pervert, and they'll judge me. For a guy who's trying to establish a professional image so he could find a job, maybe that's not the smartest thing to do. So I defriended or unliked that site, so my facebook was filled with real friends.
That was a hard wall -- facebook for real friends, MySpace for all nude models. You should look at my MySpace; with a few exceptions, all my friends are either Playboy models or porn stars. However, the fact is that, at some point, maybe even after I joined it, people stopped using MySpace. One of those people is Heather Ray Young, Miss February 2010. I was desperate to be somewhere in this hot babe's life, so for the first time I tore down the wall that I built up to prevent cross-contamination of my public and real personae just so I could friend Young. I breached it for at least one other girl, a 2009 Playmate named Kimberly Phillips. So I had two chicks on facebook. I didn't think that'd hurt me, and if someone asked, I could explain it away.
Fast-forward to about two weeks ago. Maybe because of the fever that came over me as I was looking up contact information of the "Girls of the Pac-10" that's in this month's Playboy and finding this Ophelia Shallot of Cal, I got curious. I think -- I think -- I went into one of the two Playmate's facebook and, getting my dick hard, started clicking on pages of their friends who were also Playmates. There was a moment where I had a choice, and I chose to not only obliterate but completely ignore that I was determined to keep up a wall between what I envisioned my facebook and MySpace to be.
I friended her. Then, as facebook does, it has a little graphic on the side showing another profile of someone you might want to friend because she's friends with the hottie you just added. This was a Playmate -- don't remember which one -- so I click on it and I immediately friended her. Then another one. And another one. And another and another and another and another and another. ...
I don't know how many of these girls I have now, but they may very well outnumber the "real" friends I have. I've done it so often I even tried to friend Playmates who don't want to add me. I've received dozens of warning messages from facebook that asking them to add me to their pages would be considered spam. It got to the point where they made me check a box acknowledging that I need to stop trying to friend people who don't want to be bothered and that my friending privileges, I guess, will be revoked. But there's no way to tell which people don't want to be bothered, so I keep trying to friend them when they pop up on my page. I can't help it; there's no way to track. How do you expect me to leave these chicks alone if I don't know which ones they are?
So what was a chance to look forward to catching up, even in a superficial way, on how my friends and acquaintances are doing has very quickly turned into a fishing expedition for personal stuff on Playmates and porn stars I want to fuck.
Guess in the end, the wall has to come down, and I have to be the lascivious hound dog I truly am.
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