So, I've been trolling Ralph/Rick on the down low for several months via inquiring about his "stud" services, which I personally found to be the most hilariously autistic thing on his entire page. I have sent him maybe 10-15 messages total spanning July until now. He has sent me somewhere in the neighborhood of 100+. I will sort through them and post highlights soon, as I did with my first Pixy dump back in the day. For now, here's the story with a few choice attachments:
I initiated contact from a burner account with a short message saying I was interested in his stud service. He sent me back a dozen message, including a contract (see stud.pdf). I told him I'd have my "lawyer" read it over. He insisted that I not do this, then fired off a ton of emails claiming that my lawyer was probably gay ("like Janet Reno") and would lie to me and tell me it's not legal in order to promote the gay agenda.
He then asked if I had any "colored blood" in me, or if I was white. I decided to put him in a conundrum by saying I was a full blooded Italian (despite my burner account having an extremely non-Italian name which didn't throw him off at all). After much deliberation on his part, he decided that Italians are "close enough" to white, though he was worried I might be a Catholic. I told him I wasn't. He took this at face value.
He then demanded a ton of pics of me. 70+ year old racist grandpas who try to get women to hire them to knock them up can still afford to be choosy, apparently. I GIS'd several pictures of a random ginger (the least Italian-looking girl I could find) and sent them. He again took this at face value and was smitten.
He then requested pictures of "me" in a swim suit. Rather than try to GIS a convincing looking one, I told him I didn't swim and made up a story about my cousin and I playing in a pool as a kid, he having drowned to death in it due to a freak mishap and myself nearly drowning as well. Rather than empathizing with my fake situation, this instead caused him to berate me for not learning to swim anyway and suggested I should have a swim suit anyway. He then questioned me again if I had any "negro" in me, due to my fear of water. lol what.
More "stud" negotiations resumed. He requested I show up "with a hot blond friend" and that he'd impregnate both of us. He expected us to wear "expensive underwear (lingerie I assume)" and when I balked at dropping a ton of money just to get knocked up, he suggested that K-Mart had all sorts of high dollar lingerie and that I could surely afford that. Classy! He also reminded my terrified-of-water-because-I-witnessed-my-cousin-drown self to pick up a swimsuit.
During this entire thing, he was also negging me by saying I must be a "dumb or ugly broad" to live this long without having kids already (I told him I had none) and that he was basically doing me a favor by doing this. Creepy shit fam lmao.
Eventually, he told me to come over on a random Saturday (with hot blond and K-mart panties in tow) and that he'd "split my cherry" on a burgundy towel he'd bought at the local dollar store for just this occasion (so that I "wouldn't ruin one of his good towels") and then knock me up.
The day came and went and I didn't show up due to living 1000+ miles away unbeknownst to him and having literally no intention of doing so. He then sent off a barrage of emails claiming first that I must be a lesbian (which I didn't respond to), then saying that I was being "pre judice" (which saw him claim multiple times that Charlie Chaplin and "Mic Jaggard" had kids at his age; I also didn't respond) before finally settling in on my cold feet surely stemming from questions I had about his potency. I still didn't respond, hoping to see how what further things he'd accuse me of.
Instead, he took it upon himself to go to a clinic and get his semen tested and have the clinic email *me* the results (see pdf with string of numbers file name); they also told him that he would likely be unable to father children due to hypospermia and that they were guessing he might have retrograde ejaculation. Rick, being Rick, instead blamed it on the quality of the "pussy movie" they made him jack off to in order to get a sample and that a "REAL tight pussy" would fix his problems. Praise Jesus!
The most recent email he sent was back to claiming I was being prejudice and that "Mic Jaggard" could father a kid at 72, so why can't he?
