Suck My Boobs
Sorry, Tourette's got me there. I'm just feeling so ornery! Lonely mammaries.
Yesterday was Day One of 30 days of Dating Again. That's right folks, I'm cultivating a positive attitude and going to try one month of match.com. Of course, this is Day Two and my chipper outlook hasn't failed me yet! I mean seriously try it this time. I want to have fun. I want to meet people I would normally not consider. I want to go out to dinner and laugh and not be falling down drunk.
So far I've received correspondence from a computer rocker and a 5 year old black man. The computer rocker has hair down to his butt which appears in need of a trimming. My goal: to go out with him and perhaps clean up the ends, followed by a deep conditioning treatment. The black man has bags under his eyes which are large enough to necessitate handles.
My long-term goal: To make back my $35 the match.com subscription cost me.
I'm going to go out with men I normally wouldn't. I'm going to broaden my horizons. I'm going to reformat my memory disk and possibly even date men whose last book read was _The DaVinci Code_.
I think Nibs is trying a similar experiment on eHARM. Let's roll the dice and see what happens! It might be the summer of Yahtzee.