The Stranger: A guy in a yellow Hollister t-shirt, vigorously masturbating.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hey hollister
You: what's up
Stranger: hey
Stranger: wanna play
You: play what?
You: we match, omg
You: we're both wearing yellow :D
[Yeah, I'm so obnoxious.]
Stranger: get naked
You: why?
You: is that how you play?
Stranger: i wanna see
You: oh
You: i'm sorry, dave, i'm afraid i can't do that
[I couldn't resist.]
Stranger: yeah
You: is your name dave?
Stranger: show me your tits
You: they are smiling at you
[Once again, I bring out the smiley boobs from the last two posts. Hey, maybe if guys stopped asking for boobs then I would stop showing them my poorly-drawn representation of female anatomy.]
You: do you like them?
Stranger: real ones
You: they are mine
You: they are real
You: i just drew them
[At this point, he starts tucking his dick back in his pants, zips up, and buckles his belt in defeat.]
You: why are you zipping back up?
Stranger: well your not showing
You: oh
You: that's right
Stranger: yeah
[I'm no fun.]
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
Monday, January 31, 2011
TI-83. Hey, it would get the nerdy guys hot.
The Stranger: A kid in an olive green t-shirt with blushed cheeks and blonde hair. He's in a dimly lit room, but with something that looks like freaking candles flickering in the background.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hi
Stranger: u wanna sex
[Okay, uhm, blunt is good...]
You: i wanna sex?
You: what do you mean?
[I'm not even trying to be an ass. I seriously don't know what "wanna sex" would actually entail.]
Stranger: show stuff
You: oh
Stranger: ya do u
You: those are my boobs
You: i drew them earlier
[Yup, I pulled out the boob picture from the previous post.]
Stranger: no bare from u and me
You: bare from you and me?
You: you have boobs to show?
Stranger: no let me see the really thing and u will see cock
You: why do i want to see your cock?
Stranger: i know u want to
You: i really don't want to
You: do you like my boobs?
You: they are smiling at you
You: and they are wiggling
[I'm waving them back and forth periodically, then putting them down and grinning like I'm absolutely insane.]
Stranger: ya can i see the really thing please under that nice shirt
You: this isn't a nice shirt, this is a grotty barn shirt :P
[I'm not even joking. It's a gross, bright yellow t-shirt with a horse on the front. And the horse is wearing sunglasses. It looks goofy. I like it, but it's not exactly "nice" or anything I should be complimented on.]
You: i like my real boobs where they are, it is cold in here
Stranger: oh plaese show me some thing
[I look around on my desk and pick up the first thing I see.]
You: that's my calculator
[I flashed him my TI-83. I slid it out of the cover and everything. Man, he got lucky.]
You: i showed you something.
You: see?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hi
Stranger: u wanna sex
[Okay, uhm, blunt is good...]
You: i wanna sex?
You: what do you mean?
[I'm not even trying to be an ass. I seriously don't know what "wanna sex" would actually entail.]
Stranger: show stuff
You: oh
Stranger: ya do u
You: those are my boobs
You: i drew them earlier
[Yup, I pulled out the boob picture from the previous post.]
Stranger: no bare from u and me
You: bare from you and me?
You: you have boobs to show?
Stranger: no let me see the really thing and u will see cock
You: why do i want to see your cock?
Stranger: i know u want to
You: i really don't want to
You: do you like my boobs?
You: they are smiling at you
You: and they are wiggling
[I'm waving them back and forth periodically, then putting them down and grinning like I'm absolutely insane.]
Stranger: ya can i see the really thing please under that nice shirt
You: this isn't a nice shirt, this is a grotty barn shirt :P
[I'm not even joking. It's a gross, bright yellow t-shirt with a horse on the front. And the horse is wearing sunglasses. It looks goofy. I like it, but it's not exactly "nice" or anything I should be complimented on.]
You: i like my real boobs where they are, it is cold in here
Stranger: oh plaese show me some thing
[I look around on my desk and pick up the first thing I see.]
You: that's my calculator
[I flashed him my TI-83. I slid it out of the cover and everything. Man, he got lucky.]
You: i showed you something.
You: see?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
The Boobs That Smile Back
The Stranger: A tanned guy with stubble and dark hair, and I think wearing an orange shirt. His guy friend pokes his head in every once in a while, but I can only see his orange baseball cap.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hi
Stranger: hi
[Skipping the ASL/name stuff...]
You: who is your friend?
[Of course, no answer. Ugh.]
Stranger: stand up plz
[I stand up halfway and throw some trash off my desk into the trash can by my desk. Obviously it wasn't good enough.]
You: that good?
Stranger: no qgain
You: why?
Stranger: for see your body
You: why do you want to see my body?
[Long pause, a few awkward facial expressions on his part.]
Stranger: okno problem
[He asks me if I have a Facebook, a Skype, and other various forms of messaging. Obviously, I don't give these out to just anyone, so I keep answering no. Then I make a type. Fail on my part.]
You: why are yu smiling so much?
You: you look very happy
You: no i do not have msn
[Actually the truth, by the way.]
Stranger: yes i'm very happy
You: why?
Stranger: you hve a boobs ?
You: why do you ask?
Stranger: because always no
You: well, yes i do have those
Stranger: can i see plz
You: why do you want to see?
Stranger: because i'm hot now
You: that's your own damn problem
Stranger: plz
Stranger: see me
You: no
You: see you?
You: what do you mean?
Stranger: you want see my dick
Stranger: ?
You: no
You: hahahaha why would i want to see that?
You: why?
You: no answer?
Stranger: wait
You: wait for what?
Stranger: see me plz
You: i don't want to see your dick
You: and i'm sure your friend doesn't want to see either
Stranger: no see me your boobs
[Ohhhhhhhh. I got confused.]
You: hahahaha
You: no
Stranger: ok sorry
You: i don't think you want to see enough anyway
[He stopped smiling, so I thought he'd given up and lost interest.]
Stranger: tits plz
You: oh, you're smiling again
You: no
You: here i will show you some boobs
[I quickly draw some boobs with smiley faces for nipples on a piece of printer paper, then hold it up for the camera.]
You: drew them just for you
Stranger: looooooooooooooooooooool
[At least he has a sense of humor! Bonus points for him.]
You: they are smiling, just like you
You: do you like them?
Stranger: your tits
You: does your friend like them?
You: these are my tits, i drew them
You: they are very happy to see you
Stranger: by
You: bye bye
You have disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hi
Stranger: hi
[Skipping the ASL/name stuff...]
You: who is your friend?
[Of course, no answer. Ugh.]
Stranger: stand up plz
[I stand up halfway and throw some trash off my desk into the trash can by my desk. Obviously it wasn't good enough.]
You: that good?
Stranger: no qgain
You: why?
Stranger: for see your body
You: why do you want to see my body?
[Long pause, a few awkward facial expressions on his part.]
Stranger: okno problem
[He asks me if I have a Facebook, a Skype, and other various forms of messaging. Obviously, I don't give these out to just anyone, so I keep answering no. Then I make a type. Fail on my part.]
You: why are yu smiling so much?
You: you look very happy
You: no i do not have msn
[Actually the truth, by the way.]
Stranger: yes i'm very happy
You: why?
Stranger: you hve a boobs ?
You: why do you ask?
Stranger: because always no
You: well, yes i do have those
Stranger: can i see plz
You: why do you want to see?
Stranger: because i'm hot now
You: that's your own damn problem
Stranger: plz
Stranger: see me
You: no
You: see you?
You: what do you mean?
Stranger: you want see my dick
Stranger: ?
You: no
You: hahahaha why would i want to see that?
You: why?
You: no answer?
Stranger: wait
You: wait for what?
Stranger: see me plz
You: i don't want to see your dick
You: and i'm sure your friend doesn't want to see either
Stranger: no see me your boobs
[Ohhhhhhhh. I got confused.]
You: hahahaha
You: no
Stranger: ok sorry
You: i don't think you want to see enough anyway
[He stopped smiling, so I thought he'd given up and lost interest.]
Stranger: tits plz
You: oh, you're smiling again
You: no
You: here i will show you some boobs
[I quickly draw some boobs with smiley faces for nipples on a piece of printer paper, then hold it up for the camera.]
You: drew them just for you
Stranger: looooooooooooooooooooool
[At least he has a sense of humor! Bonus points for him.]
You: they are smiling, just like you
You: do you like them?
Stranger: your tits
You: does your friend like them?
You: these are my tits, i drew them
You: they are very happy to see you
Stranger: by
You: bye bye
You have disconnected.
"I have each other to like"
The Stranger: A pretty skinny guy with pale-ish skin, stubble, black hair, wearing a t-shirt that said something like "contrary to (something something that I couldn't see)" and grey shorts with a blue stripe down either side.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: hı
You: hi
You: what's your name?
Stranger: Show your face
[He never tells me his name, even though I asked at least one more time. A conversation continues for several minutes, until I am ready to go.]
You: i must go to bed now, i am sorry
You: i am very sleepy and have to get up early in the morning
You: good night, it was very nice talking to you
Stranger: undrees
You: what?
Stranger: undress
You: why?
Stranger: peel
[Am I a banana or something?]
Stranger: undress
Stranger: you undress
You: why do you want me to do that?
Stranger: I have each other to like
[I get up suddenly and go across the room to do something, then quickly return.]
Stranger: alo
[What?]
Stranger: I have each other to like
You: what?
Stranger: I have each other to like
[No, seriously, what the fuck does that mean and why do you keep repeating it?]
You: sorry, i had to do something
You: what do you mean?
Stranger: but I do not have to be subject to
Stranger: plees
Stranger: pless
Stranger: undress
You: what do you not have to be subject to?
You: why do you want me to undress?
You: i do not want to undress
Stranger: lost without you
[Creeeeeeeepy.]
You: i am terribly sorry...what?
Stranger: but I want to
Stranger: pless
You: what do you want to do?
Stranger: lost without you
[Come on, now. We've been talking for all of five minutes. I don't get lost without people until at least a seven minute conversation.]
Stranger: pless
Stranger: lost without you
You: i'm sorry, i really have to go right now. i need to go to bed and i am not going to undress.
[Because at this point the "lost without you" is kinda creeping me out.]
You: i don't want to see that.
[Yupppppp. He aims the camera at his crotch.]
Stranger: pless
You: no
Stranger: undress
You: seeing your dick in your pants isn't going to convince me to undress
[He's sitting there massaging himself through his pants.]
You: seeing your dick OUTSIDE your pants isn't going to convince me to undress
[But maybe, juuuuuusssssst mayyyyybeeeeee, she'll undress when she sees THIS!]
You: i'm sorry
You: good night
You: no, it's really not helping
[Vigorous masturbation. And looking into the camera with a sad look on his face.]
Stranger: pless
You: no
Stranger: undres
You: bye
You: no, how many damn times do i have to tell you that i'm not going to undress?
You: good night
You have disconnected.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: hı
You: hi
You: what's your name?
Stranger: Show your face
[He never tells me his name, even though I asked at least one more time. A conversation continues for several minutes, until I am ready to go.]
You: i must go to bed now, i am sorry
You: i am very sleepy and have to get up early in the morning
You: good night, it was very nice talking to you
Stranger: undrees
You: what?
Stranger: undress
You: why?
Stranger: peel
[Am I a banana or something?]
Stranger: undress
Stranger: you undress
You: why do you want me to do that?
Stranger: I have each other to like
[I get up suddenly and go across the room to do something, then quickly return.]
Stranger: alo
[What?]
Stranger: I have each other to like
You: what?
Stranger: I have each other to like
[No, seriously, what the fuck does that mean and why do you keep repeating it?]
You: sorry, i had to do something
You: what do you mean?
Stranger: but I do not have to be subject to
Stranger: plees
Stranger: pless
Stranger: undress
You: what do you not have to be subject to?
You: why do you want me to undress?
You: i do not want to undress
Stranger: lost without you
[Creeeeeeeepy.]
You: i am terribly sorry...what?
Stranger: but I want to
Stranger: pless
You: what do you want to do?
Stranger: lost without you
[Come on, now. We've been talking for all of five minutes. I don't get lost without people until at least a seven minute conversation.]
Stranger: pless
Stranger: lost without you
You: i'm sorry, i really have to go right now. i need to go to bed and i am not going to undress.
[Because at this point the "lost without you" is kinda creeping me out.]
You: i don't want to see that.
[Yupppppp. He aims the camera at his crotch.]
Stranger: pless
You: no
Stranger: undress
You: seeing your dick in your pants isn't going to convince me to undress
[He's sitting there massaging himself through his pants.]
You: seeing your dick OUTSIDE your pants isn't going to convince me to undress
[But maybe, juuuuuusssssst mayyyyybeeeeee, she'll undress when she sees THIS!]
You: i'm sorry
You: good night
You: no, it's really not helping
[Vigorous masturbation. And looking into the camera with a sad look on his face.]
Stranger: pless
You: no
Stranger: undres
You: bye
You: no, how many damn times do i have to tell you that i'm not going to undress?
You: good night
You have disconnected.
Introduction
I was introduced to the video-chatting site called Omegle during winter break off from college. In case you've never tried it, most of the "conversations" you will have involve either a guy masturbating on camera or some guy telling me TITS OR GTFO. Obviously it's a hard world out there for a girl who just wants to talk. (To be fair, I've talked to several gentlemen on Omegle who could hold quite a conversation, minus desperate pleas to see me without clothes on.) I relish the conversationalists I find, but have resorted to trolling and otherwise toying with the people who annoy me.
This blog will hopefully document some of the more interesting encounters I have while roaming Omegle and searching for chat partners. I am not interested in embarrassing anyone (too much) and I respect privacy, so I will never post pictures of people, nor will I post their names or any other personal information I might receive from the conversation. I will probably post a description of the person I'm chatting with, but that's all.
So, what's with the name of the blog? Well, I decided early on while using Omegle that some people are really fucking creepy. Obviously. So I started wearing a hat during the initial few minutes of conversation. I'm a tough young lady, and there's little I can't handle--but I feel so much more secure when I'm wearing my hat. Also, I've noticed that, while I'm wearing the hat, most guys will try to get me to remove the hat before anything else. It's very interesting, actually. Another bonus is that I feel really mysterious when I'm wearing it :D The hat is a visor I got for free from some equine expo event. It is black and white with "Equioxx" across the front. Equioxx is a drug for horses that can help treat osteoarthritis. I've only once had a guy on Omegle ask me what Equioxx actually is, and he thought I was weird after that.
And who am I? I'm a junior at a small liberal arts university, majoring in Computer Science and minoring in Linguistics. I love horseback riding and animals. I dream of earning a Ph.D. in Computer Science and researching artificial intelligence one day. My favorite band is Nine Inch Nails, I hate licorice, and my favorite color is purple. Yup, that's me in a nutshell.
Now I'm gonna go mess with some people online.
EDIT: Oh yeah, and this blog is going to be kind of foul. Even if I didn't talk like a sailor sometimes, that's just the nature of people and anonymity online. If you don't like it, don't read it. And I guess if your parents wouldn't like you reading it, don't read it. Or something like that. How long do you think it will take for this blog to get flagged?
This blog will hopefully document some of the more interesting encounters I have while roaming Omegle and searching for chat partners. I am not interested in embarrassing anyone (too much) and I respect privacy, so I will never post pictures of people, nor will I post their names or any other personal information I might receive from the conversation. I will probably post a description of the person I'm chatting with, but that's all.
So, what's with the name of the blog? Well, I decided early on while using Omegle that some people are really fucking creepy. Obviously. So I started wearing a hat during the initial few minutes of conversation. I'm a tough young lady, and there's little I can't handle--but I feel so much more secure when I'm wearing my hat. Also, I've noticed that, while I'm wearing the hat, most guys will try to get me to remove the hat before anything else. It's very interesting, actually. Another bonus is that I feel really mysterious when I'm wearing it :D The hat is a visor I got for free from some equine expo event. It is black and white with "Equioxx" across the front. Equioxx is a drug for horses that can help treat osteoarthritis. I've only once had a guy on Omegle ask me what Equioxx actually is, and he thought I was weird after that.
And who am I? I'm a junior at a small liberal arts university, majoring in Computer Science and minoring in Linguistics. I love horseback riding and animals. I dream of earning a Ph.D. in Computer Science and researching artificial intelligence one day. My favorite band is Nine Inch Nails, I hate licorice, and my favorite color is purple. Yup, that's me in a nutshell.
Now I'm gonna go mess with some people online.
EDIT: Oh yeah, and this blog is going to be kind of foul. Even if I didn't talk like a sailor sometimes, that's just the nature of people and anonymity online. If you don't like it, don't read it. And I guess if your parents wouldn't like you reading it, don't read it. Or something like that. How long do you think it will take for this blog to get flagged?
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