Monday, January 20, 2014
Robert Sprinkled Me with Pixie Dust
So what's new? Not a lot. Well, yes, since Robert-the-acclaimed-photo-journalist left town, he was like some sort of good-looking good luck charm. He flicked a little Anti-Invisible Pixie Dust spray on me before he left, like a good warlock, and now men notice me again. Thanks, darlin'.
In fact, JK turned me on to a new dating site that is the bomb. It's so much hipper and cooler than stupid POF or old school Match. But I didn't believe her at first.
"No, it's kewl. You need to check it out," she IM'ed me on Facebook.
"I can't take any more fuglies, dude," I typed warily. "That dude I went out with from December said SUPPOSABLY nine times on our date, and he wore a cammo hat," I added.
"Just check it out. It's fun."
POF should be called POL. PLENTY OF LOSERS. Last time I scoped out the TWO hundred mile area, every man had a Magnum P.I. mustache, tucked his shirt in, and had either a 1. cammo cap or 2. Nascar cap, or BOTH perched on their jaunty little head.
Sit down, take a breath and listen. I joined, and she was right. There are SEVERAL good looking, educated men on there who are writing me. Of the SEVERAL, THREE are from THIS area. The rest are only a few hours away.
Teeth, check, no cammo or Nascar, check. Cool jeans? Check. Hair, check. Can spell, check.
Can you stand it?