Online friends can be perfectly fine people. I am still alive having met people who I’ve chatted to online.
However, receiving gifts from them if you haven’t shared your details is worrying. I was just today reading police reports about girls being groomed online. It happens to boys too. Internet safety really needs to be drummed into children a lot, because what I am seeeing at work is very worrying.
In all seriousness, masquerade as your son. Invite the weirdo to the pre match drinks, and then tell pap he is a stuck up posh public school boy. Weirdo gets a hiding and you have complete deniability.
Here you go - complete fuckwitery by Amazon. We can return the gift as unwanted and Amazon will credit my account with the value of the gift. They won’t allow it to be returned to the sender / their account to be reimbursed because of Data Protection rules - which is a cop-out pile of pants.
I shall now be sending all of you 15 inch anal intruder vibrating butt plugs to your significant others safe in the knowledge that Amazon will not let you return the fuckers… Assuming you want to of course
Yeah, it’s a weird one innit. I reckon the people on here (and associated forums) who’ve known me long enough could work out my identity and address if they wanted to. Fatso has sent me parcels of his used knickers for years. You can build up a profile of someone over time without having to ask too many explicit questions.
Actually doing it though is crossing a boundary.
What’s the spec on the mic though? It might be worth keeping that.
To be fair the advice of premenopausal wimmin is the more sensible route - so Mrs C_S has told me. Not that she thinks Sotonians are like something unpleasant you find on the bottom of your shoe…
Teenage Mutant has only contacted said bloke to say thanks but no thanks tbf. We’ve been more interested in figuring out how to return the “gift”. Next step is to start to ask those questions - it’s all a bit weird. Not sure how I should be handling it to be fair - the boy is uncomfortable but Apart from the address thing I’m frankly bewildered about what to do next.