Diva
04-03-02, 11:37PM
Why Dont They List Lengths On These Pages
in case you're not up to speed with my life, my friend signed me up for one of those online lonely hearts clubs. Well, that's what I call em. Polically correctness be damned! L-O-N-E-L-Y. That's all you need to put on there. You can dress it up all you want, it's like those theft proof water marks... The light hits it and "lonely" is all you see. Don't get me wrong, dating sucks my right t.., we won't go there. It's the smaller one, okay? When you're DDD's it doesn't matter. But that's a shauv, er I mean, discussion for another time. So, I went into my profile and edited it slightly. Just a pinch. I figured what the heck! Since it's up, why not just be me. I'm an upfront in your face this is who I am from the get go no surprises can you handle it kinda gal. If that doesn't scare em off, nothing will. Two so far! Woo hoo. Is if... Both are local. One guy is living where I graduated highschool. They both sound pretty good. But then again, my friend layed it on pretty thick. And of course ther's always door number three.... Psycho killer. I told her my profile is screaming "Victim # 3". I thought it was funny.
Living in California can really be harsh. The guys out here seem to look for the better offer. Even if they say they've found the woman of their dreams, I can see one eye looking towards the door. New isn't always better. I'm not just saying that because my birthday was this passed thursday. Heck! By web site standards, I'm ancient. Oh G-d, how sad! Moving right along... Then there's the plastic element. These women have so much plastic sugically implanted you can practically see the "Mattel" logo on their back! I went to a posh restaurant the other week, I started to freak out. My friend was halfway under the table. Everytime some chick walked by I had a Barbi flashback. Then she moved her arms. They didn't break! But I couldn's shake that Toys R US feeling. When I asked the waiter for a Hippity Hop, she made us leave. :( Copyright infringent! He was cute, too. Gay, of course. That's the other factor that keeps me single and capable of moving furnichure with my fingers. Don't piss me off, man, I can bitch-slap you into next week! But I digress. Damn, it's late! It's almost 4 A. M. I'm going to bed. Alone. Damn it.
in case you're not up to speed with my life, my friend signed me up for one of those online lonely hearts clubs. Well, that's what I call em. Polically correctness be damned! L-O-N-E-L-Y. That's all you need to put on there. You can dress it up all you want, it's like those theft proof water marks... The light hits it and "lonely" is all you see. Don't get me wrong, dating sucks my right t.., we won't go there. It's the smaller one, okay? When you're DDD's it doesn't matter. But that's a shauv, er I mean, discussion for another time. So, I went into my profile and edited it slightly. Just a pinch. I figured what the heck! Since it's up, why not just be me. I'm an upfront in your face this is who I am from the get go no surprises can you handle it kinda gal. If that doesn't scare em off, nothing will. Two so far! Woo hoo. Is if... Both are local. One guy is living where I graduated highschool. They both sound pretty good. But then again, my friend layed it on pretty thick. And of course ther's always door number three.... Psycho killer. I told her my profile is screaming "Victim # 3". I thought it was funny.
Living in California can really be harsh. The guys out here seem to look for the better offer. Even if they say they've found the woman of their dreams, I can see one eye looking towards the door. New isn't always better. I'm not just saying that because my birthday was this passed thursday. Heck! By web site standards, I'm ancient. Oh G-d, how sad! Moving right along... Then there's the plastic element. These women have so much plastic sugically implanted you can practically see the "Mattel" logo on their back! I went to a posh restaurant the other week, I started to freak out. My friend was halfway under the table. Everytime some chick walked by I had a Barbi flashback. Then she moved her arms. They didn't break! But I couldn's shake that Toys R US feeling. When I asked the waiter for a Hippity Hop, she made us leave. :( Copyright infringent! He was cute, too. Gay, of course. That's the other factor that keeps me single and capable of moving furnichure with my fingers. Don't piss me off, man, I can bitch-slap you into next week! But I digress. Damn, it's late! It's almost 4 A. M. I'm going to bed. Alone. Damn it.