Regarding my last post about online dating, all I can do is quote Chesty Puller, USMC, "We're surrounded. That simplifies the problem!"
This evening, I've added a few more images that crash landed into my online personal...Here goes it. . .
I remember as a little girl, with all my girlie girl friends, pretending we were glamorous women with long hair made of towels, doing just what these cross-dressing Yahoo's are doing. Yes, you can find the yahoo on the left on yahoo personals looking for women. But can anyone answer, do women really reply to this? Gratefully this one checked me out, but passed me by. Thank God for that.
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This one whose name is Mohammed wrote only a few more words than this: "My dear: ...When we meet you will know everything about me, but for now I will keep it secret..." He could be a very nice guy, a gem of a man, but I recommend this to Islamic Arab-fluent Mohammeds who love "reality shows" and want an American lady -- when your online profile photo with the dreamy border (image on left) merely looks like a photo of one of the men on FBI's most wanted terrorist list (photo on right is from the FBI), you just might need to provide a little more info. But at least I can call the FBI and tell them, can't hurt to put out an online personal ad. They might, in fact, answer it.
This man goes by "Rocky seeking Adrianne". Yo, Rocky, most women do fear being a man's punching bag, so it might be best not to pose with four of them - one in front of you that looks like a wrecking ball, two on your arm, one behind you and one on a poster that refers to bleeding.
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I give up. Or maybe I'll just give this next guy a call. He looks like Santa, and I like Santa...by the way, how much does aluminum go for these days, maybe he's rich too?
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But with regards to my goofy profile, I actually had to disappear as some guy who stalked me in real life is online, and frankly, as if below sample set isn't scary enough, that guy can actually find me. So, seriously, I do need a guy who likes to protect, me in particular, from the wackos out there. I'm not joking about that very real need. I am a damsel in distress. :-)
I guess it's easy to get overly cynical, about what too many men are really advertising for---the oh so common "cut and run". I once dated a fighter pilot who was very ticked off that I didn't have sex with him right away. I frankly hardly knew him beyond his name, rank and cereal (basic flakes). Irritated with me, he wrote me an email to inform me that, "Sex should be practiced and enjoyed." He treated me in such a way that even my guy friends were about to send him like a goose into a jet engine at full throttle. Instead, to his remark that sex should be practiced, I merely replied, "I'm sorry if you need to practice all that. For me, passion comes naturally. . . my style is more like flying at Mach 2 than driving in first gear with training wheels on." Then I blew him a kiss.
Hey, getting "used" isn't my cup of tea, nor my style of java.
The real thing is it or nada.
hoo ha!
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