As many people know, I have an issue with people who ask “who’s going” when I’m planning an event. My philosophy has always been that if you plan an event with friends, it shouldn’t matter who is attending whether it’s 2 or 200. However, like anything in life, there are exceptions to the rule. Over the last couple of months, I’ve come to realize there is a very big issue when it comes to Twitter and “Who’s going?” That issue is with the Twitter Creep.
About a month ago I was at dinner with a group of friends. I met all of the people at dinner through Twitter. Over the course of dinner, we were discussing an upcoming event and how many people were attending. One of my friends, while upbeat on the idea of the event, was adamant in not attending. I found it baffling to have such a stark conflict in emotions over the same event. When I started to delve deeper into the issue, it was brought to light that my friend (female) was uncomfortable with the idea of attending because another person (male) would be in attendance. It speaks volumes when a woman is unwilling to go somewhere because she doesn’t want to come across a man. We’ve all been in the spot where you don’t want to come across an ex boyfriend or girlfriend. Typically it’s a game of chicken to see who’s going to the same event or you both show up and just ignore each other. However, when two parties have never dated and one of them is THAT uncomfortable, giant red lights with alarms should go off.
Enter The Twitter Creep
As I’ve met more and more women, the Twitter Creep archetype becomes clear.
- Primarily follows (how appropriate is that word now?) women instead of a balance on Twitter.
- DM is their primary tool over public Tweets.
- Constantly getting in on other people’s conversations if the girl they’re creeping on is in the midst of it.
- “Happens to be in the neighborhood” within a few minutes of a girl checking into a location.
- Corners women if they come across them in an open event/tweetup.
One day I’ll do a blog on the art of rescuing girls from the creeper at a party. I’ve done that more times than I can count now.
One of my steadfast rules when using Twitter is that my persona online should be that of my persona offline. As I like to say, people need more etiquette in their netiquette. If you come across someone in person, strike up a conversation and get the feeling they’re not interested, THEY’RE NOT! Something shouldn’t go off in your mind thinking “well she blew me off, CAN’T WAIT to talk to her tomorrow.” People give off very strong tells if/when they’re not interested. Everyone; both men and women should learn to pick up on tells. People’s bodies will give off far stronger signals than their mouths will ever dictate. In fact, most people in a social setting will use their words only as a last resort. People don’t like confrontation. As a result, they’d rather be uncomfortable than be confrontational.
Yeah well… fuck that.
Nobody should have to live their lives looking over their shoulder after a check in. Nobody should have to worry about going to a party because “he’ll be there.” Nobody should have to get unwarranted and/or unwanted messages to save some random scrub’s feelings. It drives me batshit crazy that so many of my friends go through this bullshit on a DAILY BASIS! I tell people all the time, just be direct. If you’re not interested in being friends, tell him/her. Put that shit on ice NOW!
“Well he’ll think I’m a bitch.”
You know what’s better than being considered a bitch?
LIVING YOUR LIFE!
Guys; if you’re reading this and you think you’ve met any of the criteria I’ve laid out? JUST FUCKING STOP IT! Don’t be a Tweet Creep. Every last one of you is better than that. Twitter isn’t your personal dating site or your practical test for Harassment 101. I get that we all want to meet a great girl and the Internet is another means to do so but fuck man see the writing on the wall and make changes. Google “signs she’d rather stab herself in the eyes than read your tweets” and follow whatever instructions come up on changes. There’s a difference between “playing hard to get” and “she hopes you get hit by a bus.”
I hope this has been helpful for everyone reading. If you’ve got beef with my words, you’re more than welcome to tell me. I’d love to debate how harassing women can be rationalized in your mind and by debate I mean I’m going to yell at you.