diatribe of <strike>cyber</strike> 'a dater'
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‘.
I have found a new love. Actually it’s one I’ve been pining for for a really long time. Over the last years, my love for her has been growing every year more and more.
When two days ago, I finally came out of my shell and stepped forward, finally did it, it was nothing more than a long awaited climax.
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:
I needed a comment from Kali, to remember about this site.
I haven’t posted a lot here. And the why is simple:
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!