Filters and Fantasies

Barely twenty four hours had passed from posting her profile until the deluge began.

PussyGirl had received over sixty messages in that brief space of time. She was duly impressed. "I wonder, " she thought, "if this is going to be easier than I imagined. There seem to be a lot of eager men out there.....or maybe I am just irresitible and never realised." PussyGirl knew she needed some time to reflect; she was keen not to imbue herself with a false sense of validation. How could this be?
She began to unpick the reasons behind her easy won success.

"Now," she said " these guys are looking, so really it is no surprise that they should contact me." After some deliberation, and drawing on her broad life experience and years of academic training, she began to understand it was a simple case of supply and demand: there was a 60 - 40 ratio of men to women on the site. "Hmmm! The balance has tipped in my favour. Good. About time too!"

There was also the issue of fantasy - PG would soon discover that all was not what it seemed, but for now she only had a brief notion of the ends people would go to in order to make themselves seem more attractive.

PussyGirl had been honest to the last detail: age, sex, marital status, the lot. She had posted a recent photo and given a fair appraisal of her qualities, ensuring the list was short and not too flowery. "Why," she asked herself, "would anybody lie about themselves on a profile? In the end the truth will out." And how, dear friends, how.

Still, for now, she was basking in the deluge of offers and responses:
"Meet me PussyGirl!"
"I want you, oh statuesque beauty!"
"Come and fill my life with pussyness please!"
"Let me star alongside you, please pussycat lady."

And so the hits kept on coming. There was only one thing to do, well two actually - get filtering and start a diary.

This was looking like a beast that needed guiding, and PussyGirl was just the woman for the job.