Looking for a woman who’ll spend at least three days a week doing tae-bo in high heels and chaps. Must enjoy mind games, be able to hold your breath for extended periods of time and love watching fishing videos. Extreme flexibility, ability to juggle naked and undiagnosed nymphomania a plus.
A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cold has kept me from writing. Although, the good thing about online dating is that none of the dudes I look at can see the snot running out of my nose.
(Sexy)
Most recently, I have run across this dude:
The most private thing I’m willing to admit:
I don’t want to fall in love.
Don’t worry, I couldn’t help but ask him why. I can’t wait for his cynical response!
I wear hats. Different types of hats depending on the weather. I am very fond of my hats, but sometimes I think other people may have different opinions of them. I really enjoy my Fedora and my Felt and Silk Top Hat!
Yeah. I just woke up from one. I have a cold, went to bed fevery and gross a few hours ago and had an incredibly vivid, STRANGE dream. I told my male friend about it just now:
1) Robots were real. Like we had one, in our house.
2) It was a mansion of sorts, but I think it was in NY
3) You and I lived together
4) which was NOT weird because…
5) I was PREGNANT
and
6) So was M., my best friend.
7) She had gone into labor which was weird cause I was due first, but also I was trying to call and tell people but I couldn’t because every guy I’ve dated in LA kept calling me on the phone.
Also we were at a poetry reading at which Charlie from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia decided he would go up to the Mic and recite every state in the United States, but he didn’t know all of them, so he ended up rapidly saying things like, “tubular” and “elephant.”
Yep, it was pretty much the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.
In the morning to ya! I’m fun, smart, clever, some have said sexy, hilarious, absurd and usually not boring at all. When I hear some common words, my brain gives me an alternate meaning and I run with it, for fun and confusion. I’m most likely from the future.
Oh good! You know what I’m looking for in a dude? Someone who is usually not boring at all. And if you could be most likely from the future… Perfect!
You will have your ass lubed, massaged and fucked if you can accommodate him. He is very skilled at bringing girls to orgasm while giving an anal massage, lubing it and working a vibrator on your clit.
You will be treated like a submissive… ordered, instructed… told. Your orgasm is important because we think it is hot. You will ask permission to orgasm.
How do you get to be a part of this fabulously mutually beneficial threesome?
Of course we will talk about everyone’s mutual interests over coffee
Yup, over some roasted triple-whipped double caffe mocha, you will agree to:
bare handed spanking, bisexuality, blow jobs, cock worship, cocksucking, discipline, face fucking, gangbangs, handcuffs, handjobs, intelligence, making home movies, oral sex, talking dirty, anal sex, ass play, vibrators.
And this has never stopped me from getting a date/a job/an outfit/laid.
And I am perfectly healthy.
In New York, my curvy figure gets me cat-called just about every moment I am out on the street. In LA, I am down to one or two cat-calls a day, depending on the neighborhood.
So, I find it rather hilarious, how many dudes answer that a date being overweight is a deal breaker. (This is a question on okcupid.)
Really? What sort of “deal” are all of us curvy girls missing out on?
What does a thinner girl have that makes the “deal” for you?
What do those 10/20/30/100 pounds prevent you from doing, exactly? (Aside from dressing your girlfriend in Betsey Johnson?)
If your date’s thighs don’t touch, then what? Do you get some sort of prize?
And if you DID accidentally meet a cute/kind/funny/curvy girl, would you really say no?