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It's raining men...yay?
Apr. 27th, 2007 03:17 pmSuddenly I have Possibilities.
Bachelor #1 is pretty, pretty, pretty and way too young, and I've already talked about him, and we'll see if anything happens.
Bachelor #2 is a cutie I noticed way back when I first moved here, who has lately been winking at me and otherwise stepping up the flirtation. He has many lovely tattoos, which is always a plus, and his hair changes color and configuration more often than mine. And, unlike B1, I know where to find him if I wanna.
I went out with Bachelor #3 a few times and then, well. On our third date, he sneakily tried to put his arm around me while we were walking.
( My brain apparently watches Arrested Development while I'm not using it )
[1] Though I must admit that I am bent enough that given a choice between B3, who would probably one night say "Would you please come home with me?" and B2, who might well say "Why doncha come over here and fuck me?", I'll take the perv with the pretty tattoos every time. I don't want someone who would probably be a good dad someday. I want sweaty, filthy sex.
[2] Ex-hubby's ex-girlfriend, whom I met in SF, is eerily like me, but way more awesome.
Bachelor #1 is pretty, pretty, pretty and way too young, and I've already talked about him, and we'll see if anything happens.
Bachelor #2 is a cutie I noticed way back when I first moved here, who has lately been winking at me and otherwise stepping up the flirtation. He has many lovely tattoos, which is always a plus, and his hair changes color and configuration more often than mine. And, unlike B1, I know where to find him if I wanna.
I went out with Bachelor #3 a few times and then, well. On our third date, he sneakily tried to put his arm around me while we were walking.
( My brain apparently watches Arrested Development while I'm not using it )
[1] Though I must admit that I am bent enough that given a choice between B3, who would probably one night say "Would you please come home with me?" and B2, who might well say "Why doncha come over here and fuck me?", I'll take the perv with the pretty tattoos every time. I don't want someone who would probably be a good dad someday. I want sweaty, filthy sex.
[2] Ex-hubby's ex-girlfriend, whom I met in SF, is eerily like me, but way more awesome.
