diatribe of <strike>cyber</strike> 'a dater'

I love pretty things. I think I am sure I can spot what is stylish . I absolutely heartz slick schtuff.
I love Slimline. No, not the drink variety. I’m slender myself. Slender and tall. Over BMW I’d chose an Alfa Romeo any day. Black for me please. I love Armani.
Big was my surprise when it [...]

Waiting to start the next job in the coming weeks, the Holidays have been a rather boring period and due to reasons not totally determined, I have started to use a TV for something else than just watching movies or playing games.
Apparently a TV can also serve to watch numerous repetitions of old series and [...]

Last night was a night out with some regulars from a local forum. I know, not dating but somehow still e-life. There were no young birds, but some interesting women.
Obviously they all had a significant other, so my best friend last night was Stella Artois.
So how come I still gathered two phone numbers?
No frakkin’ chance!

Much has happened last days. Only twitter followers could guess something, even if they could only be wrong.
Twitter followers will have noticed there’s a new woman in my life. My professional life that is.

Well, it hasn’t been happening at all over the last week.
Not one date at all. Not one dating candidate even.
Zilch, Nada, Noppes.
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!