A guy once wrote to me. We met, talked and came to know who was doing what. I studied at the university at the time and was a public assistant with an investigator in the investigative department. He practiced there and was delayed. It was curious. I write to him all this, sharing dreams about how I might one day come there to work for money, and I get in response some wild: "How can you? Boys are sitting in the human area! A waste creature! You are a creature!” He blocked me.

I did not have to, but I decided for myself that I would not meet in Classmates anymore.