Spitter and Texter
so James twisted my arm and made me join an online dating service. Since I am cruel and vindictive, I've decided to talk about my recent conquests until I can think of something better to do with my free time (like study)
First there was the Texter. He was charming to begin with and it was kinda exciting getting texts at work while I was supposed to be working. However it quickly went downhill when he "thought it would be hot" if i texted dirty to him. I've been propositioned for phone sex before, I didn't even know text sex was an option. Those of you who know and love me (ok know me) realize how technically challenged I am, it woulda never worked out. C U L8R!
Quickly followed by the Spitter. This one actually made it out of the city with my person and we went to some pub. There was polish soccer, there were obnoxious drunk people, and they weren't even related to me. And after the consumption of large quantities of alcohol the spitting commenced. I tried to play it off at first, but the shower continued the more passionate he became about his topic. Thankfully it wasn't text sex or that coulda gotten messy. As he regaled me with tales of rc aircraft(I think) he was kinda incoherent between the drunks and the soccer game, and the whatnot. In the Spitter's defense he was much more gentlemanly than the Texter. Door opener and allthat.
Despite all these mishaps,I find myself enjoying going and doing things.
Man I wonder if I can work it where I can get dinner every night between now and payday. Sure would help my finances out tremendously.
S
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