Me, making an effort to get my thoughts out to you and get some stuff off my chest.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sexting
Ok, so I'm tired of the news talking about all of this "sexting" going on between teens. If you are dumb enough to lift your shirt or take pictures nakey, I'm sorry, you're going to have to expect that stuff to be passed around. Not that it's right, but c'mon. I remember being in high school (insert the "you're so old" joke here) and teens aren't as stupid as adults think they are. Well, some are; but most aren't. Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because Hubby has this guy at work who has his girlfriends send him nudie pics all day long and he sends pictures to them. Yuck. Imagine one of your friends in the bathroom stall at work dropping trough and snapping pictures of their junk. Ok, don't imagine it. Seriously though, I'm sure it happens here. It's probably happened in the stall next to me and I had no idea. I'm not a big fan of genitalia so I'd probably be pissed if I opened up a message and had my husbands penis staring back at me. To be totally honest, I've THOUGHT about sending something to my husband a couple of times but my fear of sending it to the wrong person stopped me. Or the fear of Hubby getting in a terrible accident and a stranger would have to use his phone to call for help and instead of going into his contacts they go into the inbox and Boom. Boobies. Who am I kidding. He probably has boobies hidden in his cell somewhere. What if Tanner would attach the pic to my ID so when I called him, my tats come up? So many things could go wrong. So so wrong.
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I've sexted James a couple times. Not pics, but a few "What I'd do to you if you were here"s. I gotta tell you though, you gotta time it perfectly. I never realized how mad it would make him if he came home expecting something and I wasn't in the mood anymore. Oops! Whatever happened to 'it's the thought that counts'
it is so very wrong. i don't get why people do this. it's wrong on so many levels. it's like PDA. keep it to yourselves, people.
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