Live Show Clap Back

Synopsis

Steven Hawke, a primary school classmate I hadn't spoken to in ten years, suddenly sent me a link out of the blue. [Cosima Spielberg, not bad at all! Wish I'd chased you back in the day.] I frowned and clicked on it, and rage shot straight to my head. The post title read: [Stop by and rate this fake-innocent blind date girl.] The attached picture was a photo of me jogging at night in the nearby park last week, taken secretly without my knowledge. It was shot from a low angle, deliberately focused on my neckline. The photo had also been maliciously sharpened, making it look blurry and suggestive in the dim light. The caption was downright vicious. [Acts all pure and innocent on blind dates, but who knows how slutty she is behind closed doors.[ [Turned her nose up at me for being poor, probably waiting for an offer on the street right now.] What made my blood run cold was that twenty thousand people had already given her a 10/10, fifty thousand a 7/10, and a few hundred disgusting 1/10 ratings. The comment section was flooded with nasty remarks. [7/10! I could play with those legs all year.] [You can tell this type of girl is a pro, dressing like that to jog to show off.]