Those guys. You know the ones.
When they’re not perched at the local cafe or bar they’re lurking in bookstores. But they’re not there to read. They’re there for the prey and the bookshop is the hunting ground.
They glance over a book that acts purely as an advertisement for the demented notion they have of themselves being intelligent and mysterious.
Their non-prescription black rimmed glasses sit unevenly across their nose, as they throw out deliberately performed clumsy shy smiles to any female that’s above a ‘4’ in their own sick misogynistic rating system. A system so depraved and abhorred that they’d never actually admit to using it, not even to themselves.
They are simply the worst kind of sexual predator.
And AKTIFMAG has a case study to prove it:
A female friend was approached by one we will call ‘Rueben’ when browsing a well-known book chain we will call ‘Borders’.
After a brief chat, ‘Rueben’ asked for her number. Believing his bookshop bollocks and thinking ‘he seemed nice’ she naïvely gave him her number. Big Mistake. A few days later after forgetting all about ‘Rueben’ she received this SMS:
Not knowing who this random message was from she made mistake number two by texting back ‘I think you have the wrong number’ to which dirty little pervert ‘Rueben’ texted number two SMS:
So the Ruebster goes from confident and sex charged in his ‘break the ice’ SMS back to Mr. Clumsy Shy Bumbling Mysterious Bookstore Boy. But you cannot take the stalker out of the degenerate as he showed with the next day follow up:
After the Ruebenator received no response he obviously felt he needed to up the charm. So he sent a barrage the next day expressing those feelings of his, which started to become more than slightly scary, such as:
But as we have already learnt with this creature, the nice guy act only lasts if he has a book in his hand. Unfortunately he had something else in his hand when he SMS’d this:
So what to do about this? Maybe use them as a commercial for the Kindle? No, the only thing to do is increase our readership by at least one and get another response out of old Ruebs. After all, I’m sure he ‘feels safe’ about expressing his feelings. So we sent him this:
We feel naughty as we await….