will you want to marry me?
Dear Mr Fin. Thanks for your email. And your proposal of marriage. I'm afraid I shall have to gracefully decline, for a couple of reasons:
1. You live in Finland. That's bloody miles away.
2. Your username is Breakwind. Either you think that name would appeal to your dream date, which is most definitely an overriding concern, or it's your real surname. And in that case, I pity the future Mrs Breakwind, whoever she may be. But she won't be me.
Anyway, I'd best blow off now. I mean, BE off. Yours, un-gustily
Desperate times call for desperate measures friends. Gone are the days of meeting your future spouse at a wedding or at work. Oh no. Nowadays, it's either e-dating or no dating. I'm not ashamed to admit to being an internet dating tourist, and one thing that impresses/distresses me more than anything are some of the messages that wheedle their way into my inbox. And some of these are just too good to be left unacknowledged. So here they are, in all their glory. Plus the replies I never sent.
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20 October 2010
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