(Apologies to Joe Walsh, wherever he may be.)
Actually, it has. I've met lots of friendly, helpful people from all over.
There have just been two unfortunate incidents. Shortly after I made it through the little training bits that the very new SL participant is put through and came to New Citizen's Plaza, I was accosted by someone who started with what I suppose was the best line he could come up with: "You have big [breasts]."
When I didn't respond to that, he mentioned that he could find me a job. "What sort of job," I asked, guessing the answer (rightly, as it happened): escort or stripper.
I'd totally forgotten how to report someone for abuse--so I settled for turning down his offer, more politely than I should have. Poof! Off he went in search of more vic--er, recipients of his extraordinary, um, wit. That was fine by me.
Another guy followed me into the women's dressing room. This time, I did remember how to report someone for abuse, but I couldn't submit the report. I fear it's a Linux alpha client bug. He went away after not too long, thank goodness.
Aside from that, it's been wonderful. I found some nice prim hair (a "prim" is an SL "primitive" from which one builds things, so a "prim X" is an X built up out of prims) and free clothing, a dangerous combination. Along with some jewelry a friend gave me, the result accompanies this post.
I fear I'll spend a lot of time just fussing with my appearance.
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