diatribe of <strike>cyber</strike> 'a dater'
Some days ago I decided I was up for the game again I obviously had forgotten the main issue to start dating again.
Online dating profiles.
Although a guide about what not to do is long overdue, here’s a small tip: if you decide to not disclose your body weight but your profile picture discloses that each [...]

I was working on a post titled: I Always Get The Special Cases. No, It’s Not About A Fling This Time about my former work situation. A post with the potential of rendering me unemployable. Over the last days I decided not to publish the post here.As things are going, it all seems to go [...]

2 Years ago I would have gotten flamed and bashed and crucified and who the fuck know what else for this. Now no one knows, realizes and knows who what where or wtf…
I say yummy. Yes, I suck.

Last night, after my 16th Saturday of work out of 20, I assumed it was time again to hit the pub. The local pub.
Yes, that pub with always the same inbred local faces.There is this saying in our town village: ‘If there’s a new bird in town, madbull will get her‘.

It really sucks when the old-fashioned and proven text-flirting-technique fails, fails because of that traditional already thing… Lost in Translation?
So I wanted to nag and tease her, saying:
Once feared because of its aggressive tone, once a geek borefest and later on even the diatribe of an e-dater. Revived now and with the potential to go aggressive again, once the feedreader has been filled again.
But most of all, just a place to rant and rave, away of the known 'official' sites.
I'm a sucker for blond. Especially fake blond women. Or wait, what about a spicy, trim-lined brunette like Posh? To be honest, I prefer racy redheads, but one knows that they only bring grey hairs... and many medals for the significant other.
Oh well, I'll settle for Dita von Teese!