Oh crap.
OK. After a very boring evening playing my new Level 50 guy (for the uninitiated, that's as high as you can get. Quite a milestone. It's taken me about three years on and off), I was pondering the good news that the medical of the other week didn't find anything! Whoo-hoo! I decided to complete the e-harmony questioneer, since they were doing one of those pay for one month and get three free.
Now I'm shating my pants.
What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now? I suppose that I should start vetting eh? :)
This is my first foray into the on-line dating scene, and I'm a tad uneasy. I've heard some very strange stories about what goes on out there. After all I haven't been "out" for about 20 months now. (Why shouldn't I tell em? It's not like they are going to point at me in the hall and yell out "Holy Mother of God, Krave hasn't had any for 20 months!" Err. Actually some of them could now that I think about it. Ahh what the flock.)
In the same vain, when little bro called today and I dropped what is starting to become my badge of marterdom, he turns round to me and says "you need a hooker", I'm giggling sitting here with the flashback running in my mind :) I'm like, "what the flock do ya mean?" He say's "Ya know an agency, what are they called.. A call girl!", he paused then says "I know I would. Just once a month. Ya know just to get the edge off. If ya don't, you could go mad!". At this point I was rolling all over the floor laughing.
Oh. I've been nominated to be the coordinator of "mission impossible"! Whoo-hoo! I get to do something exciting again!
Spoke to Eldest, on MSN as well. She's worried about her exams, one of the teachers is an ass. Doesn't give any feedback on how her students are doing in her class, so they have no idea what they should be studying! *grr* Told her to treat it like a shoe store when she gets bad service. Find the freakin' manager! Hopefully she'll speak to the assistant Principle and get it resolved. If not I told her to call me, and I'd open a can of wup ass! Alledgedly.
Oh, then I think that I scared the crap out of her. Told her that one of her aunts has ADD and that my family are all alchy's. Oops. Now she's like, "great so I get to choose between hording empty airosols or drinking bottles of Vodka a night." Like I said at the top. Oh Crap.
Now I'm shating my pants.
What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now? I suppose that I should start vetting eh? :)
This is my first foray into the on-line dating scene, and I'm a tad uneasy. I've heard some very strange stories about what goes on out there. After all I haven't been "out" for about 20 months now. (Why shouldn't I tell em? It's not like they are going to point at me in the hall and yell out "Holy Mother of God, Krave hasn't had any for 20 months!" Err. Actually some of them could now that I think about it. Ahh what the flock.)
In the same vain, when little bro called today and I dropped what is starting to become my badge of marterdom, he turns round to me and says "you need a hooker", I'm giggling sitting here with the flashback running in my mind :) I'm like, "what the flock do ya mean?" He say's "Ya know an agency, what are they called.. A call girl!", he paused then says "I know I would. Just once a month. Ya know just to get the edge off. If ya don't, you could go mad!". At this point I was rolling all over the floor laughing.
Oh. I've been nominated to be the coordinator of "mission impossible"! Whoo-hoo! I get to do something exciting again!
Spoke to Eldest, on MSN as well. She's worried about her exams, one of the teachers is an ass. Doesn't give any feedback on how her students are doing in her class, so they have no idea what they should be studying! *grr* Told her to treat it like a shoe store when she gets bad service. Find the freakin' manager! Hopefully she'll speak to the assistant Principle and get it resolved. If not I told her to call me, and I'd open a can of wup ass! Alledgedly.
Oh, then I think that I scared the crap out of her. Told her that one of her aunts has ADD and that my family are all alchy's. Oops. Now she's like, "great so I get to choose between hording empty airosols or drinking bottles of Vodka a night." Like I said at the top. Oh Crap.
posted by Krave at 22:12
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After 20 months I'm worried that a "Professional" might be a bit much. Perhaps you should consider starting out a bit slower. Really not sure where I was going with this, DAMN! the ADHD, DAMN!. By slower, I don't mean picking up chicks at McDonalds, or Tim Hortons. I would suggest the emotionally scared ones you get with your online dating subscription. I think they are free also.
First off. Thanks Surly for donating to the cause of keeping me sane. Just so you know though, I'm avoiding McDonalds, gastric distress, ya know! Of course it would appear that I'm having distress with women as well. If I don't cock-block myself it seems that my wing man does it for me.
I wasn't suggesting McDonalds for food, I was suggesting you not go there to pick up women with the attractive extra Chromosome.
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