it's been what, a month?
at close of business today...i'm contemplating the nerve fast.
that's right...
no more nerve dates.
this might not be effective immediately; however, it's a thought.
after i received three kicker emails in less than a 48 hr. period, a date with uncle groper, and a hotlist from bendmeover...
i'm thinking it's time to rethink the strategy.
i want someone to want to date me.
there, i said it now...i said it in my profile.
do i want to have fun? sure.
like the wise cyndi said, girls just want to have it.
but i'd like to have fun with the person i'm dating.
and fun times inbetween dating is legit.
but...
today, a man emailed me...referring to my new naughty knickers headline.
he wrote: 'you're sexy and sexier if you find it interesting that i've said your headline to someone before - and they quickly complied.'
he went on to say: 'i teach college and i write...hope to hear from you...'
now, i'm going to take responsibility for my words. naughty knickers down sounds like a tease, but they're the lyrics to i am the walrus. a complete stonerfest song; which is why i love it. which is supposed to make someone think beatles, babes and drugz! hot! she's funny and fun.
i teach college and i write...frankly, buddy - i could give a shit if you picked your toes and barked like a dog in your spare time...
whatever happened to a normal email.
a hey.
a hi, how are you?
maybe it's nerve.
maybe it's this city.
maybe it's a disastrous #7 combination platter.
everyone is so creative.
everyone is so into their things.
everyone is so involved.
i am too.
i love my life.
i love my job.
i love all of my material possessions - including but not limited to - high black boots, fine leather goods, booty choker jeans, amber body oil, my hair....
but in all honesty, i don't care about offerings.
i'm not dazzled by a male writer who gets women to drop their panties...
i dig on humble.
i dig on heart.
the emails i receive are rarely real, at all.
that's the rub.
this cat was trying to get laid, good for him.
wrong lady.
sure, i love a smart, smart man.
sure, i love a quick thinker who's sexy as fuck.
it turns me on.
but so does pizza.
laughing, movies, kissing and sneaker shopping...
i really wonder what the other women on here are like...
what's anyone looking for anyway?
i have to.
posted by tinamarie @ 5:43 PM
1 Comments:
you know i tell it to you straight right? and you're publishing this for all the world to see, so you have to expect this. you named yourself NAUGHTY KNICKERS and you're wondering why some guy wrote a naughty email to you? HUH!? You wouldn't go out with the food critic becuase you thought he was crazy, but you went out with this hot guy who was.... "CRAZY"! Not all guys are poets, and most won't write more than 2 sentances, so i say... give 'em a break!
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