That one where men sell themselves to you. Always a handsome widower, a retired general or surgeon. He loves the flag, his Great Dane, fishing. Loves both the shooting range and quiet evenings home.
Maybe he’s the one? Should you accept his friend request? Finally find happiness?
You pause, then hit “delete”.
You may never be fulfilled, never have a hunky gray-haired lover. But you also won’t have your identity stolen or your bank account cleaned out.
You leave him to scam some other lonely heart.