I think there must be all sorts of stuff under your sofa!
Dear Mr Curious. You're right, there probably is all sorts of stuff under my sofa. I would guesstimate there's a fair amount of lint, the corpse of a 7-legged house spider, a couple of toenails, my favourite Biro and January's edition of Chat magazine. But may I just ask, are you actually looking for a love on this website? Does this love involve a fetish for untidy houses? Or are you on the hunt for a case study for How Clean Is Your House? What sort of a chat up line is that? No wonder you're single! Leave me and my sofa and the accompanying lint and grub alone! Yours, clutteringly.
PS. If you do fancy coming and giving my house a good clean, call me on 0781* *** ***
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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17 August 2010
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