Prestons' Back

Wow, it's been a while. I guess I haven't written because I couldn't be bothered and didn't think anyone was really listening. But as a person who consistently talks to herself, I guess I could extend that to writing to myself as well.

Although, I did have a 'listener' comment on a past blog about my being 'gay boyfriendless.' And in answer to your question - no, I haven't found myself a gay boyfriend. Although I'm getting to gasping point. I really need someone who can co-bitch about men.

Why do I need to bitch about men I hear you ask? Well.....I'm a few months down the track on an internet dating quest and feel completely jaded. I've come across some nice guys and a couple (in my opinion) of closet mysogynists.

I've developed a gut instinct that alerts me to when they're not interested. It hasn't failed me yet. I can tell when they say goodbye as to whether they're interested. My favourite was when one guy, grabbed me in what can only be described as the grip of death - both hands cutting off the circulation to my lower arms when he gripped me on both upper arms, and kissed (or assaulted me with his lips) on my cheek. Ohhhhhhh, I felt soooooo sexy.

Then there's the 'I'll give you a call' line. I wish I had a shit detector which when hearing stodge, dispersed electric shocks to the purveyor of such spineless lines.

I could write more but........it's hardly worth the effort.