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Saturday, June 02, 2007
Especially for You
My most successful post to date is the one where I discuss why men scratch their balls in public. Throwing caution to the wind, today's man has ventured into new territory by realizing that he can also scratch his ass in public. Gestures range from stroking, stuffing, pulling something out, to 'get your finger right up there' as if to reach your your hidden stash of dope. What's the best part is witnessing a guy adjust his front/rear when he thinks no one is looking, and then watching him stride over to someone and shake their hand. That just takes nasty to whole new levels.

You know how people always tell you to watch out for little signs that life is dropping you hints about what kind of person you're going to end up with? Well I'm utterly convinced that my future husband is going to be into retail. How so? Well, today I ventured out on one of my bargain-bagging trips, and was greeted by a rather attractive chap at the counter. It really is quite easy to see why they call them checkouts. Hello? You've got the best view of everyone in the store, because sooner or later they're going to come to you with their things, and you have exactly 40 seconds to bill everything and get their phone number. After a little casual eye flirting, we got to chatting a bit - unfortunately I didn't like anything in their current line and had only walked up with two silk ties. I think he caught up on this, because he was disappointed that I hadn't bought anything else. In fact, he offered to note down my number so that he could call me next Tuesday when their new line comes in. "And we can do some coffee after that - I mean if you want to?" were his exact words. So Sanjeev, I will see you next week for coffee - please don't wear a green t-shirt with SALE on it. Please.

In my many trips into cyberspace, I often wonder about the IQ level of some of the guys I meet on IM. Take for instance, this little number who PMed me on the weekend - this is a little snippet from a truly fascinating chat:

Him: you're so hot
Me: lol..I know
Him: huh?
Me: what?
Him: you know what?
Me: that i'm hot..lols
Him: ya i know...asl?
Me: *shoots self in foot*


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1 Comments:
Blogger Unknown said...
Rafa Nadal has made scratching his butt and adjusting his rear fashionable.

Its a practice that makes him win each shot ! To hell with the propah brown sahibs who think snot is best left in the nose...