Tuesday 2 December 2008
Saturday 10 November 2007
Why Oh Why do Brains Matter?
I get lots of emails on the various dating sites I’m signed up with and I admit I’m one of those rude women who doesn’t always reply. Mostly because I simply don’t have time and also because 90% of the emails I get are so badly written!
I’m no Einstein. But I went to school, did okay and I know how to read and write. Therefore, if you’re trying to get into my knickers at least take the time to TRY and construct a proper a sentence. Good English is sooo much sexier than that ridculuz txt spk that iz so hrd 2 read n jus plain annoying. One of the reasons my Continental Gentleman can have me ANYTIME is that he has a certain narrative flair - when he describes what he’d like to do to me I get wetter with every word…
Last weekend I went out to a club and was dancing with a guy – he was good looking, nicely built, sexy smile. We didn’t really talk much – music was too loud and as he pulled me close and I didn’t need words to tell me how much he was he was enjoying himself! Very nice I thought, and I probably would have taken him home had the girlfriend I was with not had a face like thunder!
Anyway, we swapped numbers and he has sent me a couple of text messages this past week. The fact that despite being 34 years old, his messages sound like they were written by a pre-pubescent teenager has me hugely disappointed. Maybe it’s just a girl thing, but now I just don’t find him attractive. That sexy smile? Out the window. Am I a snob? Yes, afraid so.
I’m no Einstein. But I went to school, did okay and I know how to read and write. Therefore, if you’re trying to get into my knickers at least take the time to TRY and construct a proper a sentence. Good English is sooo much sexier than that ridculuz txt spk that iz so hrd 2 read n jus plain annoying. One of the reasons my Continental Gentleman can have me ANYTIME is that he has a certain narrative flair - when he describes what he’d like to do to me I get wetter with every word…
Last weekend I went out to a club and was dancing with a guy – he was good looking, nicely built, sexy smile. We didn’t really talk much – music was too loud and as he pulled me close and I didn’t need words to tell me how much he was he was enjoying himself! Very nice I thought, and I probably would have taken him home had the girlfriend I was with not had a face like thunder!
Anyway, we swapped numbers and he has sent me a couple of text messages this past week. The fact that despite being 34 years old, his messages sound like they were written by a pre-pubescent teenager has me hugely disappointed. Maybe it’s just a girl thing, but now I just don’t find him attractive. That sexy smile? Out the window. Am I a snob? Yes, afraid so.
Monday 27 August 2007
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