JANA HOCKING: Read the vile text an English cricketer sent me… and his pathetic apology when I knocked him out

This morning I woke up, read an absolutely vile Instagram DM and thought, “No, not today Satan.”

Now let me say that my next actions were somewhat reckless, a little malicious, and absolutely outrageous, but good Lord, I feel all the better for it.

It all started last week when I wrote an article about a new dating trend that some women are picking up where they don’t want to sleep with a guy until he’s spent at least $2,000 on dates with her.

I said that the more I thought about this idea (and after a series of bad dating decisions), I actually didn’t hate this new trend. It gives us more time to decide if we really click with the person we are dating, if the dates have the potential to develop into a real relationship and it also eliminates the time wasters in the process. Don’t see it as crazy (just a tad expensive – unless they are loaded).

Since then, I have been inundated with hateful comments from a certain group of men in society. There’s the Insta DMs, the YouTube videos of Andrew Tate wannabees, and this morning a text from an England cricketer saying…

‘Three? Anal? Or you can also charge at least $2,000 for that.”

The cricketer made a rookie mistake which Jana Hocking wasted no time in making the most of

Well, in my early morning state, I was in no mood to be confronted with such an obscene and inappropriate message, so I decided to do a little research.

I looked at the creep’s Instagram profile and was delighted to discover that he was sponsored by a well-known cricket brand. Huzzah!

So in a small moment of pettiness, I took a screenshot of the cricketer’s vile message and sent it to the cricket brand’s Instagram account saying, “Hi there, just wanted to make you aware that one of your ambassadors is messaging women like this one sends, he sent me today…’

But I wasn’t done there yet, oh no. I then took a screenshot of that and sent it to the cricketer. No message, just a screenshot of the message I sent to his sponsored sports company – including his original message to me.

I received a response from him within a minute. Now prepare yourself, because this might be the most lame and unimaginative answer you can expect…

He wrote: ‘My account has been hacked, I just changed my password to avoid and ignore any messages.’

The cricketer then claimed that his account had been hacked

Let me remind you that this message came within a minute of me sending him my reply. And from experience, it takes much longer to notice that your Instagram has been ‘hacked’ *eye roll* and your password will then change in less than a minute. There is quite a process to do it.

Last month my girlfriend’s Instagram was hacked and she’s still trying to fix it.

So I decided to respond.

I wrote, “That’s a lie, but hopefully it will make you stop sending terribly sexual and creepy messages to women. Do it better.’

He tried again with the BS excuse: “I clicked a link and since then my Facebook and Instagram have been hacked.”

Again, it’s crazy that he got the ‘hacked’ account back within a minute.

So I just wrote back, “Sure, buddy.”

To which he responded with a mutual ‘Sure mate’ towards me. I know, I know, it’s getting super petty now. But it was six in the morning and I wasn’t in the mood for misogyny.

So I wrote, “Stop messaging me now,” to which he finally revealed his true thoughts with the response, “You don’t have to reply, do you. Sort out your attitude.”

My attitude.

Jana ended the conversation by blocking the cricketer after he told her to ‘control your attitude’

The guy just got caught sending a mean message and only backed down when I sent a screenshot of the message to the company that sponsors him for hitting a ball on a bat.

That’s when I decided I was done with this ridiculousness. Well almost.

I took a screenshot of his last message and sent it to the cricket brand ALSO. And then I blocked him.

So it’s safe to say that his rookie mistake of sending a rude message from his Instagram account that mentioned not only his rather high-profile name, but also the sports company that sponsors him, really came back to bite him in the ass.

His big, macho, put-her-in-her-place DM didn’t end up exactly where he wanted it to: in the hands of his sponsor.

Oh, how that great energy fades when you are confronted with the consequences of your actions.

Dude, I say wear your misogynistic rage loud and proud so we all know who to avoid in the future. Or better yet, how about teaching yourself how to properly talk to a fellow human being and “do better.”

I’m always up for a healthy debate – just not one that involves the words anal and threesome. Sheesh, all before my morning coffee.