Is it really so much to ask for a little effort? Just a tiny bit. Like, the tiniest of bits?

Let’s pretend for a moment that I actually am on OKC to find random dudes to bump uglies with (I’m not, but c’mon, just work with me here). Your first message is so lazy that you can’t even type a question mark; then you flat out admit you’re straight up lazy. Yeah, I totally believe you’re going to be a knock out in the sack, sir. 

No me gusta, sir. I mean, I guess he was at least respectful by going with the formal “usted.”

Real talk: I am not a high school sophomore. What kind of grown woman wants a fucking text buddy? Stop it.