...and while I'm at it. Dating is interesting, quite amusing and at the same time horrible. One must be brave to sign up for an internet dating site, yes, young jedi.
I've met, chatted and talked with a lot of rather strange people but I like this roughness. I'm able to be as frank as one could be. I'd like to introduce myself as a dating-demon.
"Oh, you like anal, nice, -click-"
"You have an unhealthy relationship with your mother, yes, nice. -click-"
"Where is your towel? You don't know... -click-"
"You don't have a job and you're not planning on studying?....-click-"
"You want kids NOW??! What about my youth? Will you carry the little rodent for nine months then? For fuck sake -click-"
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries? Nice, -click-"
"We just don't click. -click-"
I really like the guy I'm dating right now. And he is really good-looking.
And I'm acting all tense about it because small things kind of points in the direction of him liking me too.
Which leads on to that I'm freaking myself out.
Freaking myself out!
Goddamnit.
And he has a good taste in music. This is horrible.
Hasta luego,
Louise
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