when i discovered internet dating the circular hysterics and bovine balderdash often dates lie about their age and weight the profile pictures twenty years out-of-date lots of fluffy stuffing accumulation (skinny doesn't do it for me, just the facts) don't say you are forty-two if fifty-five no matter how young you think you look the driver license finks or a few extra pounds for padding if the picture reveals a hundred and fifty pounder but i meet two-fifty can't hide that under baggy clothes come clean, more of a chance i prefer more meat on the bone tellitlikeitis about forty dates in three months, conservative estimate no bragging went nuts after the divorce but bone numbing and a juggling act chasing the unicorn called chemistry a woman friend of mine talking about my dating frenetic schedule (not a dating prospect herself) said, you know what you are i said, no you're a man-whore that ruffled me i stared back red-faced she pressed on, (no filter - drinking spiced vodka) what is it about you you superman in the sack or something (she assumed a lot of sack-action) assuming makes an a$$... blush tmi braced myself that she might ask the size no ducking from her tongue loosened from vodka i didn't have a getlucky scheme or silver bullet tool not a practitioner of the kama sutra or a don juan just siesta laidback i and me myself .08 10/10 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
Navigating The Dating Gene Pool
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