Thinking...
... that I'm not going to lock this entry away. Why the hell bother? *chuckle* Ah, it's just more of me whining. Or something similar.
I use humour as a weapon, as a shield... often self deprecating humour. It helps keep me sane. Mostly. I also think it helps me stay well grounded in reality.
Apparently there is a stripper down in Columbus, Ohio, who finds me sexy. She has seen a few pictures... not that I think any of them are really any good, and we've chatted via IM and MUSH more than a few times, sharing some interesting writing. So she's seen how my brain works. A little. In some parts. Here and there.
Last night she told me that she was glad I'm not bi. I blinked. Stared at the screen. Processed. Shrugged and thanked her. That's a first for me. Usually women are trying to figure out why I'm NOT bi, being skinny and dressing well *heh*
Though she's not into casual fun and I THINK she's part of a couple so... odds of anything happening are about the same for Frosty making the run from the south end of hell to the north and still having enough body left to dance a little victory jig. Though I've seen pictures and she's drop dead hot. AND she has an incredible brain, a great style and wonderful taste in music.
Yet it's Monday night [Dance Cave Night] and I'm at home. The car is in the shop getting some much needed work finished so it can handle longer trips... as I'll be DJing in Ohio monthly now. I could have arranged other transport but y'know, I'm kinda tired of just standing around the club with a drink in my hand watching. Oh, I get to talk to the small handful of folk I know there but... *shrug* I'm just a strangely dressed fly on the wall.
I spent part of the night floating through several of the singles sites I'm on... bondage.com and alt.com, lavalife and a handful of others. MMMmmmm a few interesting ladies but I'm not big on paying for the ability to email them so *shrug* My loss. Occasionally I think of purchasing a membership for a month or two to see if it's worth my while. Not betting on it but... hey, who knows?
Working at the Eaton Center, though, I must fall in lust a dozen times a day. Apparently, though, even as an old lech I'm rather harmless so everyone chuckles about it. If they only knew... okay, well, once upon a time but perhaps the future holds some fun still. Somewhen.
Time to exercise the high speed internet and see what new bits of good porn I can find [from all the bad porn out there].
I use humour as a weapon, as a shield... often self deprecating humour. It helps keep me sane. Mostly. I also think it helps me stay well grounded in reality.
Apparently there is a stripper down in Columbus, Ohio, who finds me sexy. She has seen a few pictures... not that I think any of them are really any good, and we've chatted via IM and MUSH more than a few times, sharing some interesting writing. So she's seen how my brain works. A little. In some parts. Here and there.
Last night she told me that she was glad I'm not bi. I blinked. Stared at the screen. Processed. Shrugged and thanked her. That's a first for me. Usually women are trying to figure out why I'm NOT bi, being skinny and dressing well *heh*
Though she's not into casual fun and I THINK she's part of a couple so... odds of anything happening are about the same for Frosty making the run from the south end of hell to the north and still having enough body left to dance a little victory jig. Though I've seen pictures and she's drop dead hot. AND she has an incredible brain, a great style and wonderful taste in music.
Yet it's Monday night [Dance Cave Night] and I'm at home. The car is in the shop getting some much needed work finished so it can handle longer trips... as I'll be DJing in Ohio monthly now. I could have arranged other transport but y'know, I'm kinda tired of just standing around the club with a drink in my hand watching. Oh, I get to talk to the small handful of folk I know there but... *shrug* I'm just a strangely dressed fly on the wall.
I spent part of the night floating through several of the singles sites I'm on... bondage.com and alt.com, lavalife and a handful of others. MMMmmmm a few interesting ladies but I'm not big on paying for the ability to email them so *shrug* My loss. Occasionally I think of purchasing a membership for a month or two to see if it's worth my while. Not betting on it but... hey, who knows?
Working at the Eaton Center, though, I must fall in lust a dozen times a day. Apparently, though, even as an old lech I'm rather harmless so everyone chuckles about it. If they only knew... okay, well, once upon a time but perhaps the future holds some fun still. Somewhen.
Time to exercise the high speed internet and see what new bits of good porn I can find [from all the bad porn out there].