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The AFF virgin
The AFF virgin
3 days on and I'm feeling a tad foolish.
I've sent out 10 e-mails, and lots of winks, and received... a couple of timid non-replies. "... thanks for your comments..." type stuff.
I was on-line for HOURS yesterday, trying to get my profile right. It sort of feels like . . . soft porn with my senses dulled: the intention is ultimately sexy, but the reality is thus far... elusive. Or maybe not: perchance this is it? Fumbling on the keyboard with increasing desparation, eating stinky fast food Spurlock style in my bedroom where I lived with my folks ('til I killed them and ate them), 'til I reach for the gun to take to the bell tower...
Actually I hate fast food.
I'm a chef, you see.
And I don't live at home.
Hang on - I don't need to explain my humour, do I? I'm not about to be tagged by some homeland security style swat team, dragged kicking into the night twitching, muttering "..but I only wanted a shag..."
Hang on, someone's at the door. Gotta go. (...but it's 4 in the morning...)
Anyone else out there? Or is this some Cartesian nightmare: I imagined all this from my mattress lined room?
I need to get out a bit more...
...and therein lies the catch-22.
Let me know if anyone reads this.
Toodle-pip, old beans.
ps: how can 'bisexual' be a mood? This is going to be a steep learning curve
11/3/2005 10:07 am
Ya wanna make contact with me? I'll show ya a thing or two. How 'bout it? My e-mail is AdultFriendFinder|
11/3/2005 11:02 am
LMAO---YOUR TOO MUCH, REFRESHINGLY FUNNY. YOU'LL DO GOOD HERE. |