Alrighty then; so where were we, what developments have there been, what's going on? I know you're all DESPERATE to know...haha. Okay well there's been a couple of interesting happenings. First of all, a couple of evenings ago I was idly skipping through profiles and came across one VERY pretty one - okay, only 21 (*wince*, I know I know!) so he is totally not in my bracket, but he seemed very smart and open. And, he was talking in his profile about an author he is a big fan of, and I knew of an exhibition taking place locally to him - you know, the Kerouac scrolls, they're on tour? - so I just dropped him a message saying hey - did you know this was happening? Hope you're having fun, catch you later. Not even a HINT of lechery, because honestly he's much, much too young. And so cute. *cough* Anyway. Bugger me if he didn't JOIN the website so he could message back, and sent me the longest e-mail you've ever seen. I suspect he has a thing for older ladies. When I write him replies, I have one eyebrow raised so high it's almost in my hairline, and I feel like I should be wearing one of those see-through dressing gowns with marabou feathers, matching high-heeled mules and smoking a cigarette in a holder. It's....it feels creepy haha. I mean there's nothing, no suggestiveness or ANYTHING, our exchanges are all very, I don't KNOW it's odd. Haha it's odd and I think I want a bath. (And a good seeing to so I stop thinking about young boys and peeing on people.)
ANYWAY.
Leaving that one completely for a moment - oh and as an aside, I think he has the potential to be a Mr Genuine for some lucky young lady; he's very handsome and a smart one - I think I may have spotted my OWN Mr Genuine. Now, nobody get excited. As We Are Scientists said so aptly, Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt. About a week ago, I got what they call a special message from this rather random guy, not a lot in his profile, but the special message action basically sends a note to the object of your desire saying something like, I quite fancy you, hello, or somesuch. So. I get one of those, and my tactic is always to send a very short, Hello! Thanks for your message, hope you're well.
He seems really nice. I'm not as funny when there's nothing to point at. Anyway, he suggested meeting up tomorrow; that was yesterday of course and although there's been contact today, and plenty of it, it's not been mentioned again. So we'll see if he pipes up and says. But...yes. He's...yes. Interesting. I'll keep you all informed on that one. I almost hope he's a one-eyed hunchback with metal teeth just so I've got something to make you all laugh with :)
Apart from that...hmm. Well, Mr Workaholic has vanished from the radar, presumably off fighting crime somewhere, bless him. I need to tell you all about the cobbler though. Haha I spent Tuesday - oh THAT'S where I was, I was being chased by the cobbler! I spent Tuesday dodging a randy cobbler round the shopping mall after I took my car key in to get the battery fixed. If it wasn't for the fact that I'd just spent a very scary ten minutes on the supermarket car park futilely clicking the car key at the infra red spot and wailing at the immobiliser, I might have made a quicker escape, but there wasn't much choice. Anyway, right after he finished manhandling my keys and staring into what little cleavage I have, A called me, so I ran away outside to speak to her - and he FOLLOWED me, ostensibly to smoke a cigarette. He was persistent, too - even when I was howling with amusement into the phone as I told A what was going on. Oh well, as she said, shoes forever. But I don't know if I could stand the rest of the bargain haha. He wasn't my type. It wasn't even anything to do with the boilersuit and the fact that it made him look a little bit like a member of Slipknot out for his lunch.
Anyway, that's all to report in my
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