Fraudsters who want love 2

Fortunately, the Internet is such a convenient thing!  With a wave of your finger, you can interrupt the conversation ... forever!
 True, there may be unaccounted for side effects.  In this case, we are talking about a letter from representatives of courier mail.  I don't know if it was really the postal workers who demanded to pay the postage in English, or scammers, it doesn't matter.  I didn't give my address to anyone and didn't sign anything, so with a light heart I sent the letter to, well, the same place where I send all unwanted letters.  In the trash.  Into the trash can that lives on my desktop.
 To again, in a month or two, enter into a conversation with a man whose letter will end up in the trash as a result.  You ask, why do you need Iren Mut?  Well, firstly, I am a polite person, secondly, I love new acquaintances, among my acquaintances on the Internet I have not only men, but also women, and thirdly ... Well, thirdly?  And all.  I don't answer those emails anymore.  Tired, no time, boring.  When I see a letter from a man in uniform with a brutal, wind-hardened face, I immediately send everything back to the same place, into the furnace!
 However, several times men who are far from the army wrote to me.  I do not remember the profession, there were many of them.  I remember one case, a man very sincerely confessed his love, and I can already distinguish the style of writing from a fake ... Sometimes! So, he writes to me and writes, my heart melts and melts!
Until the message came that he was going to send me a package.  Everything, my mood has fallen below the plinth!  Still hoping and believing, I timidly ask you not to send me a package.  The man sends a photo with the contents of the package.  I don’t remember exactly now, but there were some bags, three or four in number, a laptop with an apple on the lid, several phones and something else.  Everything is just as timid, I hint to the man that I don’t need all this!  My apartment is small and all this rubbish from the bags will simply interfere with me, but the man ignores my timid objections and, puffing out his chest, says that for his beloved, that is, my person, he does not feel sorry for anything! At this moment I understand that again in vain  spent time writing.  The man carried nonsense about courier mail.  However, this time I was smarter.  I did not immediately delete the correspondence and began to put pressure on love and pity.  By persuasion, flattery and other female gadgets, I found out that the man is not Canadian at all, he lives in Syria.  A hot Syrian young man made money in this way by fooling European ladies. There was some kind of tearful story about a mother who is right now, right at the moment, lying on a mattress, looking at her beloved son and not seeing.  Of course, such a text is no longer a subject for jokes. I was not joking.  The Syrian waited. I realized that I could send the letter to the trash right now, but I decided to educate the boy a little.  To my ay-yai-yai, he answered repentantly lowering his head.  At the end of the conversation, he promised not to play with women's hearts anymore, and in return asked to be allowed to sometimes write to me, supposedly he sincerely loved me!  However, my finger was smarter than me, the letter flew into the trash.  Next came a letter from representatives of the courier mail. Oh, dear boy from Syria, you promised me to stop with such tricks, I thought and smiled.  Well, sending this email to the trash was already a painless process!