Dear Dobson,
I agree, Sunday night does have the tendency to loom like a portent of doom...
Though I must admit, for me, there is a tinge of relief in there somewhere. Monday to Friday brings order and structure. I don't have to think about what to do because it's all pretty much mapped out for me. I like it that way, choice is confusing.
Which segues nicely into my next point...
I have a plethora of dating choices to pick from this evening, 'Monsieur you are spoiling me...' My quandary is obviously which to go for or should I take a sharp knife to my delicate wrists now and give up on the whole fecking game?!
*to be read in an 'our Graham' style*
Choice One - "Hello damsel, just passing by and your profile just pop up, well i dont
make friends like that, but i like your profile picture..
These are some of the things I think about when I fantasize about
friendship, i like good look, well am widowed and am relocating to your
area soon, i want to get to know you more.. maybe we can start as
friends, well you can add me on msn to *******@hotmail.com ,
join me on there for chat and you can send me email also there and i
will email you with my pictures and more about me.."
Choice Two - "You look finger lickin' good.Even kfc would admit they don't serve thighs, legs or breasts that tasty!"
Choice Three - "Hiya and real lovely profile you have here and i am **** working as a
telecommunications consultant in North Western London. I would really
like to get to know you so much more if that's fine with you. Wishing
you a lovely day."
Now that's depressing...
I'm more excited at the prospect of a pre-9pm bedtime and a quality wank.
Frankie
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