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I wait till marriage and so want someone like me. Once, I was approached by a manhoe who wants something serious but i obviously rejected him due to his past. I asked why he did not want to marry someone like him, he told me that he is a man and so he is entitled to virgin women. This excuse is kinda stupid. He also could not accept the rejection by me and could not understand that i also want a virgin guy. So he harrassed me by texting/calling me so much despite blocking him for a while. He also stalked me. Fortunately he give up quickly. I usually dont slutshame anyone but the entitlement of such manwhores makes me crazy. It is disgusting to play with other girls but then marry virgin girls

I've been having conversations with people who mention either being on the receiving or giving end of this. I'm wondering how you feel about it.

This is not about someone you have met in person, video chatted with and are in a committed relationship with, or have together spoken about a plan to marry.

I'm interested in how you feel being asked for your address, supposedly to send you a gift that you didn't ask for.

• If you have been asked, how did it make you feel? Do you wish they hadn't asked? Wish you hadn't given it? How did it all turn out?
• If you have sent gifts, why? What were the circumstances?

It's not about your experience being asked for gifts, nor asking for gifts.
And I'm not referring to money, cash, gift or credit cards to be redeemed. We know that happens (too much) and it's the guys who are being asked (but just because a pink is asking, don't presume it really is a female. There are entire organized underground crime rings, full of guys who do this to scam people.) But that's a different topic and I don't want to talk about that. Too gloomy. I'm at my limit these days with that kind of talk.

Sorry these multiple choice are so varied. It was difficult to fit in all the possible options and scenarios.

I'm giving you the anon option on this one. Speak freely.