So the two times I haven't disabled my chat, I have gotten chatted up by someone who basically wanted an instant booty call. Apparently I am a virtual monastic because I find it horrifying that anyone would want to do such a thing. I was also recently regaled with a friend's stories of treating her STDs at Planned Parenthood, and that whole ordeal nearly made me sew it all up and forget about it. So, the exciting spontaneity of hitting it off over chat and then getting it on pales in comparison to the idea of genital herpes.
Oh man. Bachelor number one seems kind of sweet..for another girl. He likes country music and...smooth jazz. Who even admits to this? and who is under 60 and has these tastes? I kind of wanted to send him the research from my Brain Candy book saying that country music increases suicide rates among white men. I should be like " I can't love you because you are inevitably going to off yourself in an untimely and horrifying manner."
bachelor #2...lists his occupation as "cu" as in...is his occupation to "see me?" in which case, awesome, i've always wanted a stalker. He also gives this tempting tidbit: "I tend to expand other peoples ideas to the extreme edges of reality." He ends by saying he enjoys messing with people when he "expands their reality". What an enormous ass. Who would want to be around this person? You know expanded my idea of reality? The guy who posted pictures of himself as Jesus and God. This guy has no mind-altering pictures, only infinite word pictures of condescension.
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