“Can I ask you something?”

The above is a question that appears regularly in my DMs.

As an admitted snarky bitch, I sometimes like to reply with “you just did.” Other times, I just say “sure.” And still, there are times when I answer back with “if you were comfortable enough to ask that, then you are comfortable enough to ask your question.”

I will admit that this particular question grinds my gears a little more than it should. I mean, the person is being courteous enough to ask my permission, so why should it bother me so much?

I suppose the answer is because most of the time, it’s some rando either wanting to know my romantic status or if I’ll send them a risqué photo.

They have inquired as to the details of what I “show” on my Only Fans page. (Because they want a sample for free.)

They have inquired as to whether or not I’d like to critique their private parts. (Yes, every girl’s dream.)

They have inquired as to whether or not I would want to hook up with them. (Not a chance.)

So on, so forth.

I mean, that would jade just about anyone, right?

I recently had a sweet soul ask me the dread “can I ask you a question” question. I was ready to pounce, but restrained myself and told him to go ahead.

He simply asked me about being a widow and if it ever gets easier.