Diva
04-03-02, 11:28PM
You Signed Me Up For A What?!?!
Ah, friendship. Can't kill em... Too much paperwork. so my friend signed me up for an online lonely hearts club. Or whatever you call them now a days. I've never wanted to Dwelve into that part of society. So now what do I do? Shut up K.V. Alright, I'll have to admit that my curiosity is up. Blonde, blue-eyed with big tits outta fetch me something. Psycho-killer comes to mind. But I digress. So far the internet has been mixed results. Some good. Some, well... to be continued. You have no idea how hard it is to find a guy who can be up front and honest without pulling teeth. If you're persistant, as I am, the word "nagging" comes into play. What's up with that? How fucking hard is it to give a straight answer? I don't want' to play coy. That's a chick trick. Say what's on your mind and be done with it. I shouldn't have to call up Guido to break a leg so that I might catch a guy long enough to get an answer to a question. Automatically, war games go into play. A man's mentality. The enemy is advancing, sir. What should we do?" "Oh really? Blast em with some I need space... Can't you see what I'm going through. That'll put those bra burning bitches in their place." "Sir! They just counter attacked with a "Well, I'm equally busy in my life. LOOK OUT!!! They've just launched their 'Why is your time more important than mine' nuke! I'm mortally wounded! Arghhh! Buck up son. I can hear their high heels clicking up the hill. Quick! Drink the ignore all phone calls, emails, and visits... wash it down with the not interested in your problems." "But sir! That might terminate us all!" "I know, soldier. I know. Remember, we're men. We've got a reputation to uphold. If misery is the only way, then so be it! So long, soldier, see you on the other side. Where the never will be as good and flawed next girlfriend is."
Bitter? Me? Nooooo. One day I'll get to the top of that hill and rescue the guy from a fate worse than being upfront with his emotions. Until then, there'e always... um... this dating service. Sigh. And to the anonymous emailer... here's a hint. If you want to impress a gal.... describing what you want to do, in detail, to her various body parts is a no no. But send a picture of your tongue and dick anyway. Oh, and when you show me the ruler beside it... I want to see the inches, man. If you show metric... You might as well send that picture on to Daeryk.
Ah, friendship. Can't kill em... Too much paperwork. so my friend signed me up for an online lonely hearts club. Or whatever you call them now a days. I've never wanted to Dwelve into that part of society. So now what do I do? Shut up K.V. Alright, I'll have to admit that my curiosity is up. Blonde, blue-eyed with big tits outta fetch me something. Psycho-killer comes to mind. But I digress. So far the internet has been mixed results. Some good. Some, well... to be continued. You have no idea how hard it is to find a guy who can be up front and honest without pulling teeth. If you're persistant, as I am, the word "nagging" comes into play. What's up with that? How fucking hard is it to give a straight answer? I don't want' to play coy. That's a chick trick. Say what's on your mind and be done with it. I shouldn't have to call up Guido to break a leg so that I might catch a guy long enough to get an answer to a question. Automatically, war games go into play. A man's mentality. The enemy is advancing, sir. What should we do?" "Oh really? Blast em with some I need space... Can't you see what I'm going through. That'll put those bra burning bitches in their place." "Sir! They just counter attacked with a "Well, I'm equally busy in my life. LOOK OUT!!! They've just launched their 'Why is your time more important than mine' nuke! I'm mortally wounded! Arghhh! Buck up son. I can hear their high heels clicking up the hill. Quick! Drink the ignore all phone calls, emails, and visits... wash it down with the not interested in your problems." "But sir! That might terminate us all!" "I know, soldier. I know. Remember, we're men. We've got a reputation to uphold. If misery is the only way, then so be it! So long, soldier, see you on the other side. Where the never will be as good and flawed next girlfriend is."
Bitter? Me? Nooooo. One day I'll get to the top of that hill and rescue the guy from a fate worse than being upfront with his emotions. Until then, there'e always... um... this dating service. Sigh. And to the anonymous emailer... here's a hint. If you want to impress a gal.... describing what you want to do, in detail, to her various body parts is a no no. But send a picture of your tongue and dick anyway. Oh, and when you show me the ruler beside it... I want to see the inches, man. If you show metric... You might as well send that picture on to Daeryk.