Troy Moreno Fan(?)

Want sex with Troy. Want sex with Troy.... 

The poor excuse of a Twitter fan club, Troy Moreno Fan, will hopefully be terminated after this weekend. It is a thinly veiled hook-up ploy created by some nutter desperate for my attention (aka sex). Listen up niggas: I am not in porn to fuck you; I fuck other performers -- who have nice, firm bodies, delicious asses, few inhibitions and, above all, faces. 
Porn model here; not nymphomaniac or (needy)slut. 

UPDATE*UPDATE *UPDATE *UPDATE:

Twitter @TroyMorenoFan1 terminated!

After tweeting me the following rants on July 10th the sexless asshole's "fan club" account was gone within the hour. 


Damn, he called me everything but a bag of chips. Personally, I got a helluva laugh out of it. I'm proud to report my daily positive self-affirmations have taken root! because I was not remotely troubled by the nastiness. And, yeah, I admit, that is some vitriolic shit. But I don't stop to smell shit. I stop to smell roses.  

read why I don't escort

You are free to follow me on Twitter at @Troymission. 
Fans welcome. Faceless nutjobs are not. 

Thank you,
sexy Troy

DEAR TROY ... You're just a prostitute!

Dear Troy, 
... you're essentially a prostitute whether in person or on video...no amount of intellectual candycoating can change that.

Read more: http://troymoreno.blogspot.com/2015/05/do-me-favor-dont-call-me-escort.html#ixzz3c1B77Q00 

DEAR HATER,
Your observation is moot because you suppose what I do is wrong or vile. But I don't share your hang-ups. I also man up to what I do, which is more than can be said for your anonymous two-cents.

Do me a favor: Don't call me an escort

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I'm not an escort because I'm not escorting. I am not escorting because there's nothing in it for me.

There was a time when I was cool with it. I was serious about promoting myself; my services, availability, image (including full face and frontal), and I was eager to be hired and used. Used, not abused. I am in the business of objectification. It does not bother me in the least to be, within context, sexually objectified. It's rewarding to give pleasure. 

In fact, it is arousing, per se; It is arousing to be paid for sex. 

And I liked that the client had a great time with me...and felt the experience was worth it, money well spent. I felt proud of garnering repeat clients. I have kept in touch with several over the years even when our association progressed beyond sex.

But having my time frittered away by some pretend client or "#1 fan"? That is something I can not stand. I can't stand to waste time; not with folks I know and even less so with those timid souls who lurk in cyberspace anonymity, desperately resisting to "come clean", "talk turkey", or meet me halfway.

If the mood suddenly strikes you and you want to order me up like pizza home-delivery, satiate your sexual appetite, pay the tab and be done with me. No problemo. But to not pay for the service or, even before reaching that point, expect that I should persuade you to hire me is not okay. It's bullshit. As we Americans say, Time is money and, to use another phrase, Talk is cheap. So if one isn't about giving up the money - because it's degrading - then I'm not about being degraded by giving away my time and body so some manipulative, cheap motherfucker can get his rocks off. Nigga, please. I'm not to be had for the price of a compliment. No free meal here!

wanting to see me naked or wanting me to fuck you is not doing me a favor

I didn't escort because I was so pitifully unqualified to do anything else. Or because I was in search of love or friendship or human touch. The economy was bad and, true, job hirings were scarce so, for me, the curiosity of prostitution became less far-fetched. But the bottom line, though, is I started escorting because people were willing to pay to be with me...and I quickly became less offended by that proposition. Then the Internet became a common medium for doing business; then 'doing business' was downgraded to hook-ups. "sup?" "I luv the way u fuck, Troy!! Can we meat nsa?" "Ur videos (body/dick/sex/ass) are hot. I'm here anytime you want to fuck me." "Wanna play?" "Pls u send me a dick pic?" "Here's my ass, Troy. Call me if ur interested."  Wait: me call you? If I'm interested?? And don't get me started on the times I was stood up or sent to the wrong address. Suffice it to say, Internet users and porn fans have turned me off of escorting. After much disappointment & thought I've said to myself, What's in it for me? 

Answer: Nothing.

The minutia of two-faced, hypocritical, envious, fake, flaky, double-crossing, obsessed, cloak-and-dagger, painfully mysterious, energy-sapping, time-wasting, unhappy gay(sic), photo hound Internet trolls may be an occupational hazard but it is not one to which I have to shrug and cater. People will treat you the way you allow them to. And Troy, for one, has a life with irretrievable minutes; with interests much, much, much more substantive than being retweeted, 'followed', voted Best Whore, fawned over, promised the moon & stars. I realized this: Individual X has a desire to be with me, not the other way round; has sought me out, not the other way round; knows all of what I look like, not the other way round; and he/she may truly believe that I am nothing more than a sex worker, not.the.other.way.round. To be blunt, wanting to see me naked or wanting me to fuck you is not doing me a favor. But wanting me to be with you for free is doing myself a disfavor! Time is money. Shallow? Not if you live in the real world.

I am in the business of objectification. It does not bother me to be, within context, sexually objectified. In fact, it is arousing

I still enjoy providing adult entertainment and working in pornography, but as far as sharing my sex to fulfill the private lust of some faggot joker? That fucking ship has sailed.

The most popular post !!

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There's a reason why Housebois Pt II is the most popular post on here: THE WORD IS SPREADING and young guys are second-guessing uploading profiles to those silly ass old troll websites! (And aging faggots are pissed. Oh a few take the time to peck out an insult to me...always "anonymous" of course. Fuck them. I say get a REAL life and a code of honesty to accompany it.)

It's been my pleasure bringing this to your attention.

Danke

Ernest Hemingway

HornyModelBoys.com -- MODELS BEWARE!!

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I just learned HornyModelBoys.com is run by the same lying English douchebags that operate Models First. There's no need to lie about your website's premise -- except to trick applicants into doing things on camera that'll cause them to feel stupid afterwards. 

If it's a fag website or a fetish website or a big boobs website or one purporting to popping "teen's" cheeries, then just state it. Different strokes for different folks! There's simply no cause for deception and mind-fucking...but, then again, that's the 'community' for you: everyone is something he is not. The Casting page of HornyModelBoys claim they hire guys for straight porn content and stripping at Ladies Nite events as well as man-man pornography and that one is required to participate in one in order to get work in the other. FALSE. LIES. DISREGARD. 

This outfit is simply very unethical.

This mick hates my guts, cause my dick he couldn't suck

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Norcalbodz = nothing but shit

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Norcalbodz.com has a souped up snazzy website with loads of clickable links and hot ass male model photography. But, as the caution goes, all that glitters ain't gold. Got back some emails from 'Gary' in Sacramento that didn't quite jive so I contacted a photographer friend in Northern California to ask if he (or any of the models he's met) could fill me in on Norcalbodz.com. 


Photographer friend emailed his model friend and got back to me with this model's caveat: DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE.

After several days I finally got around to writing the oh so professional, top-notch Sacramento scam-esque company (Gary actually tries to get the model to believe that by not paying you he is actually helping your career. Oh? If I bought that load of shit, then mark me down for a subprime timeshare of the Brooklyn Bridge). Here is my farewell to Norcalbodz (emoticon included):  

Since I need no promises

of moon & stars

remove me from your mailing list

and kiss my black arse

 

U.S. Directory is BOGUS SHIT telemarketing scam

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You're gonna love this. After I paid for an ad on over-priced Men4rentnow I get an early morning call from some company billing itself as US Directory. She called me by my profile name - which was a totally made up one - so I thought it was a $$ call either in relation to M4RN or one of the model castings I applied to. Didn't take long to detect her accent (something islandy or Asiany) or realize she was reading a script...kept repeating I would be listed as a "lee-gita-mint business, ok?" "lee-gita-mint service provider. ok?" Then she asked for money. Oh?

Emailed M4RN about this affiliation and they emailed back, Negative. Whew, so I dodged that scam. From then on I ignored all 800/866 incoming calls. 

 you don't want to be a slut anymore?

Days later I see 1-888-217-5736 on the caller I.D. I answer it, hoping it would be about the pre-paid debit card I bought (btw, AVOID netSPEND debit cards!) Nope, it's not netSpend. It's Selena "Lee-gita-mint" Fuentes again. I wasn't going to stay on the line 10 minutes like before...was going to nip this one in the bud. Naturally she wouldn't accept no for an answer. Hey, I understand telemarketing is a shitty job so I try not to be rude. I tell her a listing is useless because I'm finish with this line of work and won't be using any more ads. Then homegirl goes:

"What, you don't want to be a slut anymore?"
No more parsing of words with legitimate service providers and other asinine euphemisms, I see.
"That's right," I answer undaunted. "There's no money in it. No money! Have to find a job...another line of work."  
"But--"
"Sorry but I won't be needing this listing or any other. I'm quitting this."
"You know what, Troy?"
"What?"
"You're a goddamn --"
CLICK.

Hung up on her ass and laughed my ass off! Homegirl was hot piiiiiiissed at not getting my money. Hahahahaha.

Here is the email she got around to sending me:

Greetings!

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The PREFERRED LISTING PACKAGE gives you :

* FEATURED PREMIUM PLACEMENT in our directory, prioritizing and highlighting your business with a yellow color, for the business to stand out. Also this will ensure that you will be seen in the first page of the search results and you'll be placed ahead and on top of all of your local competitors.

* MAXIMUM EXPOSURE ONLINE.
We will be entitling you to have 6 SPECIFIC MAJOR CATEGORIES ( rather than just one ) and UNLIMITED KEYWORD. So there would be no chance for you to be missed out by this clients looking for your type of business.

* LISTINGS IN TOP SEARCH ENGINES and DIRECTORIES.
Your business appears in AOL®, MSN®, Google™ Local and Yahoo!® Local listings, top directories like
SuperPages®, Citisearch®, Local.com and Switchboard®, search results from Google and Yahoo! ad campaigns, and
additional partner sites.

* 5 PAGE FULLY CUZTOMIZABLE WEBSITE.
Don't have a website? No problem. We'll help you create a website that's designed to
convert leads into customers at no extra cost....

The Preferred listing package is only $5 per mos. and only $0.25 per reference

US directory alone receives over HALF A MILLION impressions on activated sponsored listings every month.

Here's the link to our secured website, go to http://www.usdirectory.com/VS5r  [http://www.usdirectory.com/VS5r]

Selena Fuentes is one pissed-off bitch

My missive to a flake

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Below is an actual email sent to the inconsiderate gentleman in San Diego who spoke out of both sides of his mouth. Enjoy:

 

Now that I am back on my feet you need to know what a complete waste it was for me coming down to SD. A waste of my time and precious little money. I need you to know that you reneged on one offer after another...offers which were my only compelling reasons for even considering S.D. which I have always found to be a boring city attractive only to sailors on leave, drug smugglers and border-hopping Mexicans. You invited me to visit S.D. and begrudgingly morseled out hospitality; you don't invite people to come see you just for the heck of it and then not put up something in the way of accommodation (even if the visitor is black, which, as a proud homosexual, I'm sure, like all proud homosexuals, you have nothing against). You did say I could stay at your home whilst getting acquainted with the city - but board was my responsibility - then you dropped the bomb on me in the car: "Well...you can stay the night tonight but tomorrow you're on your own." That's when I became 100% convinced you were full of shit. You did say that you would pay for the train ticket down (from LA) then reneged on that. You did say Diversionary Theatre wasn't "all about" gay but like all things homosexual it is only about all things homosexual even to the point of producing a normal work revamped with - ta-daaaa! - queer characters. I am not a queer nor am I a queer writer (this I clarified upfront long ago). And as concerns gay pornography in S.D. there ain't much - certainly not "lots of" - and what there is is so lily white the companies only venture brown enough to use a token Hispanic or, wow, "a" black model every few years. I know the porn scene which is why when your contact's name failed to ring a bell I knew it wasn't worth putting in stock; But I was so, so hoping to be proved wrong because I need(ed) work; which, bringing us full circle, meant I certainly did not have the money to spend for the experience of shaking your hand and sleeping a night in S.D. That round-trip cost me $72 out of my last $100 so thank you very little and fuck you very much. Meeting you rounded out a whole week of flakes for me.

I hate when people waste my time AND money. Whatever medication you are on, D---, cut the dosages because it impairs your decision-making and memory.  And if your friend/partner/soul mate has such the problem with black people or escorts, then maybe you need to get a new friend. I am not a robber nor do I rob.

That concludes this missive. If it makes you feel better to write back, do so but, fyi, it won't even reach my mailbox.

ciao,
sexy, resilient, resourceful, talented and too-proud-to-beg Troy

a brand new day

 

My week of goddamn flakes

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It began last week when the Chinese Canuck who sent me multiple requests daily for arranging a couple live-sex shows while he was visiting LA this week only to be repaid with the yellow motherflaker going cold and never booking me.  
LESSON: Never, never, never, never go out of my way to accommodate before payment.



This disappointment was succeeded by a brotha I'd been in touch with on adam4adam about crashing at his place for a night before setting off for San Diego. Through messages, text messages, and phone calls we agreed that I would be cool to sleep over and that I'd leave when he left in the morning. He spoke with a Jamaican/Creole/African accent but I didn't hold that against him. Then with mere minutes to go - the last minute! - homeboy texts "I prayed about this situation...I don't feel good so" fuck me I was left holding the bag. Can you believe this Caribe God freak motherflaker! I asked the coconut nigga what his God had to say about sodomites? That'll give him something to pray on. He text'd back but I promptly deleted the bullshit on sight unread. To Hell with him and his praying.
LESSON: Don't count on a cheap ass gay nigga for shit.


With the rug pulled out from under me like that I immediately text'd the host in San Diego that I would be travelling down on the next train out of Dodge. He'd been inviting me to visit for months and expressed an interest in my writings. He picked me up from the train station and then dropped the first of many bombs: I could stay the night but would be on my own on the morrow. Whu? I was told I could stay for the week, just like he first offered to buy the train ticket then reneged on that. As for the whole theatre bit? The old white queer was, again, wasting my time. I left the following afternoon, making my trip to S.D. a waste of time and what precious little money I have. 
LESSON: Don't trust old white men before payment.

A week of flakes, liars, and motherflaking time wasters. You'll excuse me for being a bit salty.

Just can't be (extra)nice to some people

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A client whom I'd previously met abroad got in touch last week to say that he'd be vacationing in L.A. -- if I was still in town and available to hook-up. I was planning to head down to S.D. but, wow, okay! He's a big voyeur and likes to watch me fuck...a live sex show...and asked me to find sexy partners. Men or women, it's all good. But the only stipulation for a guy was that he be "BIG". We exchanged emails for days, sometimes a few times a day, with me combing through profiles and forwarding pics and links of potential guys I'd be down for doing it with.

We settled on an agreement. Everything sounded cool. Then the emails stopped.

Now with two days to go before his arrival and still no word I think the motherfucker has flaked out on me. Had me do all the leg work and then hired the other guy(s). Ain't-that-a-bitch! Hate motherfuckers like this; and it's happened to me twice before...3 TIMES A DOOSEY and lesson well learned. Time is money. So if you're wasting my time.... Won't ever again trouble myself with accommodating such-and-such requests. So if you want a 3some with me but don't have the third man, then fucking find the third man. Hint: It's sure to be in the Film Noir section of the video stacks.

Malibu feet fetish flake

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Late last night I get a phone call in answer to my Rentboy ad. Turns out he's a "rich bitch" (his words, not mine) out in Malibu. Ken sans Barbie, have we?
So he talks about how much he wants to meet and tickle my feet and that he'll send his driver to pick me up. Says he's down for the weekend (three days! That's not cheap!). 
I say, "Wow. Sounds too good to be true!"
Long awkward pause.
"Hello? Are you there?" I ask.
"Yes," he replies after a while. "Um...I don't like it that you don't believe me."
"Well no offense but I hear it all, man. Don't believe it until I see it, y'know."
Longer awkward pause.
"Well...," he finally says, "If you don't believe me I don't want to continue talking--"
CLICK.
I hung up on his ass.
Another fucking flake who can't get his rocks off the normal way.


Lonely men don't contract me but pathetic ones do try to waste my time. Losers.

More phone sex losers

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So I get this ring (at night) and on the other line is a bloody English accent. Okay.... This "Englishman", like the brotha man from the earlier post, said he tried to reach me in Mexico. Funny, when my black ass was in Mexico nobody tried to reach me; now that I'm long gone every Tommy, Dicky and Harry suddenly knows about Mexico. But I digress.

Do I know you? I ask, wondering 1) why is he acting so 'familiar' and 2) how has he my number? 

English Accent claims we met during a shoot at Tim's. (Tim Tales???) For one thing, I only met one bloke while in Berlin and, for another, the shoots for Timtales.com were always a closed affair. And for another thing, my current number didn't even exist then. BUT the caller ID shows the number is from abroad so...I cut this prank/suspicious call short and tell English Accent who wants to know my travel itinerary to send me an email.

"But what's your email?" He asks.
"It's the one on the website."
"I didn't go to a website," he says.

Time for the zinger! 

"Where you found  this number," I say, "is where you'll find my email address. This number is only two weeks old so if you have it you must have got it from a website (profile) because I haven't done a shoot between then and now," adding, "I have no plans to visit London so why don't you just call me when you're here."
"But America is a big country. Where? I'll be in L.A....," he claims.

In this business I answer to no one. I don't have a boss.

Why do people always say that?! America is not that big of a country. We're the world's superpower, yes, but we're not all that big of a landmass. So I say:


"Well in this business I answer to no one so...maybe I'll be in L.A. and maybe I won't. I don't have a boss. Anyway, America is not so big you can't buy a ticket [for me]. Right? Okay then. Good. Thank you. Ciao, ciao."

If English Accent is a bona fide client, then I'm the king of Spain.

Phone sex losers.

Phone sex losers

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What is it with people who call me and try to "chat"? If you need to spend some ten minutes to "get to know" the person because you don't feel right or good about hiring an escort then, please, don't bother the sex worker. And that's what it is: a bother! Go to a bar or the section of the public park where faggots cruise or, here's a novel idea, stay in and read a good book. But if a guy needs to talk it out, then his ass needs to make an appointment with a psychiatrist. 

Like tonight: I get two calls from the same "discreet" and "busy" man. Discreet...busy? Blow me. First he calls with a blocked number, which I just happened to answer because I was in good spirits, and starts talking some stupid shit about the bottoms in my videos. Huh? Then this strange man calls back and claims to have tried many times to reach me in Mexico. Yeah right! Only thing was, he wasn't even in Mexico...he just wanted to, get this, talk on the phone. 

Major fucking losers.

I hate phone sex. Phone sex is for losers.

 

Who is "Orange 10" ?

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A mysterious creep on Gayromeo - which has no shortage of mysterious creeps - currently calling himself "orange 10" (7264475) is causing problems for dark-skinned escorts.

And when it comes to dark-skin users Planet Romeo has an atypically faster response time. In under an hour the following occurred: escort's profile was terminated. Below is a snippet shared with me by someone close to the source. Judge for yourself:

Orange 10:Can you send your face pic?
Escort:I want to go out now and I have xxx pictures and there is face pic too.So you can open it.
Orange 10:I`m gonna complain by administrator of PlanetRomeo.


The prick obviously did it and homeboy's escort profile was barred and he was requested to, get this, forward a copy of his passport document. Oh? Not only was the reaction time super quick but the company request, oh,...arbitrary. If passport data is so necessary, then why isn't it required of everyone upfront?? Is Orange 10 an undercover spy for PlanetRomeo and targeting black and brown users?

Racism in Germany? Parish the thought. 

Italian drama. Acts I- XXIX

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Maybe it's a given for a nation renown for operatic drama and the glamorous because when it comes to the mythical Italian stallion (and I stress 'mythical'): what you saw/heard ain't what you get. Only one - one! - out of maybe 27 contacts has come through...all the other sexcapades have been with other foreigners. So I stand by my critique. 

 Why stay at the computer when you can have the real thing??

Without fail the Internet responses I garner from Italian users involve two things and two things only:

└─► posso vedere foto xxx? (can I see a dick pic)

 &

└─► chatting a.k.a. wasting time  

I am ever amazed by people who deliberately waste their time on Earth online. Why stay at the damn computer when you can have the real thing?? It's like a full-time hobby to these losers.

Fuck Cazzo Films!

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Would(n't)-be clients are not the only ones who flake out. Porn companies do it too! Latest case in point: CAZZO FILMS in Berlin.

 Cazzo ain't shit!

After baiting me for about a month I finally got tired of the bullshit and and blocked homeboy's address. I caught on to the fact that everything was being revolved around this unknown white cat named Damien: his time frame, his sex preference, his transportation. Troy Moreno was just another big dick nigger. Cazzo didn't offer my black ass 

• transportation
• lodgings
• stipend or compensation for the canceled shoot

(which was called off three times...once because the sissy bottom "insisted" on working with his friend! Ain't that a bitch!) because they claimed not to do that. Instead, they told me where to go to do it for myself. Maybe there's a reason you see very few black models in their videos.

Then on Wednesday with less than 24 hours until the 3some shoot Cazzo emails me -- never wasted the cents to call -- that, once again, the white boy couldn't make it. Some jive about his plane from Paris, blah, blah, blah. Oh? So the fuckers are paying for his flight and hotel and time. 
 

 Must be nice to be a white boy...

Been talking with these cats for years because they were first on the porn scene in post-Wall Berlin and I thought (past tense) they were worth it. But Cazzo-ain't-worth-shit. Cazzo is a big dick. Like I told the owner in my last email: "Must be nice to be a white boy. This conversation is ended."

I don't make time for drama in my life.

Cyber stalker(s) on GayRomeo

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The flakes on GayRomeo.com are really starting to piss me off, and the website's obstinacy about it is none too cool either. 

I complained to the website about its weakness at filtering/policing the many fake ass user profiles. The impossible princess who answers customer service comments got his panties in a bunch and now refuses to deactivate this one blatantly fake and racist user (on the tacit grounds that I deserve what I get). Fags love drama; to them Life ain't worth living if it ain't complicated.

some people really don't have lives, and the sooner they die, the better

Meanwhile some stalker -- I suspect it's a lone, lonely bastard -- using multiple profiles is "following" me around trying to book more fake dates. This is beyond nuisance or "occupational hazard". Cyber stalking amounts to harassment and psychological torture. I have no way of knowing if this loser is in Berlin or Paris or Italy or wherever! The truth is some people really don't have lives, and the sooner they die, the better.

Like any good American I just might have to whip out a lawsuit on somebody...since GayRomeo insists on being spiteful. Bitch. If any of you have advice on:
1) legal counsel or
2) tracking down cyber stalking motherfuckers...

then I'd love to hear from you.

Disgruntled fans

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I get messages from disgruntled faggots all the time. They either wish they could be on Machofucker - there are so many bottoms who want to get fucked raw!! - or just 'pretend' with me. Only thing is, I like to use condoms. Oh, and get paid. Hello!

Believe it or not, some people would actually contact me through an escort ads, wanting a free fuck because "they never pay for it." Wtf? ¡Locos cabrones! Case in point is this pissed off message from a German who demanded bareback - for free:

nein möchte kein bare sex! nicht wie in deinen filmen wo du bare fickst .

Roughly: "You would like no bareback?! But you fuck bareback in the films (so why not with me?)." Oh those Krauts! 

One less stalker

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Lost my cell phone last night. With my 'flexible hours' of work, a cell phone and Internet are über important....But I'm not mad about it.  
Some obsessive creep has been prank calling/stalking me for weeks! Occupational hazard but still: Why contact someone if you don't want to meet?! Man, phone sex is for losers. Ditto cyber sex! So now the loser can call my ghost line. It was a cheap phone and I didn't like it anyway. Blessing in disguise.