The Parisian
Post the wedding anniversary of my parents.
As I have noticed out of the closet. Since I realized I needed and wanted a Totona jevo for the weekend, kept the sneakers, took the nail enamel The red lipstick and I'm in one of Tigress in the East.
was talking with a friend about my failures love when I thought that men should come with sheets. Imagine a world where everyone get a load sheet. You're in a bar and suddenly you about an interesting man, well dressed and handsome half. This man calls you a drink and before you ask him to accept, "let me see your sheet?" Being out of your pocket your card and read: "Juan Perez, 30, Bachelor, Fear of commitment, dependent mother. " addition, these chips have the comments of the ex-girlfriends as well, such as: "I rode with my concierge horns (male)." This type of cards would save us all a lot of time, and also a tab like John Perez, not even you think the "well, I grabbed him tonight and now."
Just when I thought my imaginary world would not exist in a thousand years, that only I can think of such things, my friend I said, "ardi, that already exists, is called cyberdating ." It was a historic moment in my life, a ray of light that illuminated my path. Of course there is already a world where people have records, profiles, called the Internet. Part of me thought, "It would be great to join a cyber-meeting place, could be avoided the line of idiots and if the pods go wrong: blood to the madness." But I also thought: "WHAT KIND OF LOSER! These sites are only for people who have no hope, they are ugly, rapists, etc. Sheath could not post this on the internet. Have a minimum of dignity. "
I signed up for my episode Two men a road. The site is called Meetic and say that for every 30 men, 26 are to run. It's a bit like real life, but in fast motion. You have the old green 60, the niches, the romantics, goths, the so-coated, and the badly dressed people "normal" like me who want to try something different. Meetic is another world. For example, the way of flirting is to just click on a button called "Flash." If you see a profile you like, that you find interesting, then you hit 'Flash', type "I like" on Facebook, and wait to see what happens. Sometimes the man responds, sometimes not. Similarly, there are people walking through your profile and who are interested will make a "flash", you decide if you respond or not. I can be in pajamas at home, disheveled, without makeup and still get my flasssss.
I know that is a thousand times more exciting real life, but given my experience, I think I'm not going to run into Mr. Right in the middle of the street or I'm going to get into a bar. Honestly, I still do not know what I'm doing on Meetic, but I learn something, at least one post I take this story.
Being in the Mayamis, I studied carefully and square flasss I got to meet the most interesting. Prior to receiving the respective " quote" , chat with them, studied the situation and finally decided to leave human beings with three last week. It was like going to three appointments blind, even if you've seen the picture, you "talk" with them, never the same when you meet them in person.
Don Monday (aka The Cripple )
Mr. Monday is 36, is professor of sociology at the University (master level) in the photo does not look too bad and the email exchange, the man was very intelligent. I arrived at the rendezvous point on time and the minute Don Monday I wrote, "I'm late, I had a problem. Please wait for me. "It's not normal that a Frenchman is late, I figured that the truth corduroy had a problem and waited. When he finally arrived, the subject walked in CRUTCH! Turns out the cord had a skiing accident and had broken his knee.
Let me tell you something, walking through Paris is not romantic when you walk with a cripple. We settled into the first restaurant and overnight, we talk about philosophical and sociological currents. Let me tell you another thing, it was interesting, but a crabs. I need a jevo make me laugh, or at least I can get around. I knew from the crutches that the Lord did not arrive Monday to Tuesday. When the bill came, I see the lame dame gets a purse. It was huge, and it was full as a hallaca. Never seen a man purse dame, I seemed to like dude.
After the dinner, we got to the metro where we are going to be fired. Suddenly, I see the sentence strip ball with his crutches trying to give me a kiss. Let me say one last thing about the Lord Monday, is nothing romantic view how a stripped ball cripple on crutches to give you kiss in the middle of the metro. I gave a straw so I gave him a kiss on the cheek and gave his pat on the shoulder like "or in your dreams."
Lord Tuesday (aka The Charlatan) :
The Lord Tuesday is 30, is a computer engineer, working on finance, and the email exchange, he looked rough corduroy. For our first meeting, Tuesday arrived on time and without crutches. At least the issue progressed. We arrived at a bar / lounge and the subject I started saying that she loves wine, a connoisseur of vin . It did not take long to realize that Tuesday is half charlatan. When the letter arrived, he had only five choices of wines by the glass, the great winemaker took about 15 minutes to pick a Bordeaux. The best part was seeing all the ceremony that was invented to test the wine type. Pana, leaves the show, you just pour a drink from a bottle that was already open. When I watch the color of wine, liquor movement in the cup, smell the aromas of wine with your eyes closed, ended up winning the cup to his mouth with the little finger lifted. Apart from charlatan, dude. Lifting the little finger when drinking wine is like removing the finger Whisky, niche.
wine also came with olives. The Lord Tuesday could not stand or two seconds to jump over the poor. He grabbed a stick, and while munching olives and clicked, I spoke. To top it off, at no time took the stick in the mouth. I bit like a hill-billy. I could not stand and said, "whoa buddy, we're not in the middle of a farm in Kentucky. Take off the stick of the snout to please. " The rough corduroy gave me grief and said "sorry, you do not hit me." Why did not you realize you have a toothpick inserted in the snout? Ball you knew that you were chewing on that shit like a pig.
Thursday:
Mr. Thursday has managed to pass all tests. You do not have long nails (something common among the French) have table manners, is gentlemanly, is neither strong nor crabs, and I will admit, after 5 quotes Mr. I like. Obviously, as we know in the madness, it is very likely to come a time when Thursday comes with a mamahuevada me or that I crabs. That day post something like "Thursday of Blood", as I have with almost all mamahuevos they deserve your post. Until that day, I have nothing bad to say.
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So here I am, assumed to be the kind of loser who is not attractive enough to rise to men while walking, dancing or good enough so that take me out to dance, nor the most interesting bar to fall to drinks without paying one. I count myself as the kind of loser that you must be registered on a dating site because "I'm special " . But for better or worse, all this I got the free drinks that never got out of the bars, invitations to dinner never took the spontaneous meeting in the middle of the street, and even a waltz through the streets of Paris.