Evening missy, hows it going?
Not passed your bedtime yet
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Dear Mr Cradle Snatcher. Thanks for your email. I know I have a baby face, but come on! It's 8pm - what sort of age group do you normally email that would be in bed already? In fact don't answer that, just go away. Well away. Yours, maturely.
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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