Curiosity killed…, or Text messaging with my lover.
So, what are you up to tonight? I ask, nonchalant as ever.
I’m in a pub- with a girl from the internet.
Oh.
She’s on a flippin’ date, that’s what she’s doing tonight.
Crap.
Of course I have to play this one down. Nonchalance, nonchalance, where did I put it… .. can’t find it…. quick, say something..
Oh. I hope she’s fugly. And a crap conversationalist. I’ll leave you to it, then.
I lie down on my bed, half sulking, half smiling.
It’s hurting a bit, tugging at me, prickling my skin.
I’m savouring the slight heartache.
I decide to get up, have a beer, and write a blog entry about it.
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
8 comments:
Stay cool my friend. x
hmm.
Dark side - she's on a date, or at least meeting with someone else.
Bright side - she told you straight up.
I hope she's fugly too. I have no idea whether you are, but you don't sound fugly. And I can't believe she could be a better conversationalist than you. Unless, of course, you're like me, and you write a million times better than you talk...
She's fugly. She's definitely fugly.
[It's such fun learning all these new words and expressions here !]
Jacqui- as a cucumber. Really.
Frogstar- quite.
Waterhot - I'm deciding that even if she's not fugly, she can't possibly have any of my very endearing quirks. I'm still unrivalled. So there.
damn, can't seem to find an email address for you anywhere, y.
You trust her or you don't. This is where you find out, I guess. Of course, her blog's won't be anywhere near as great as yours... :)
Frogstar - ysengrin@lycos.co.uk
Vanessa - how do you know I can't resist a woman who pays me compliments?;-)... but yes I do trust her, actually. I just like to play up the angst.
cheers, luv. *grin*
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