Bambi grew up with his forest friends helping him through life. Eventually he finds Faline.
I do hope that someday I’ll find a nice fella that isn’t psycho, overly emotional, broke, clingy, needy, bi-sexual, hairy, just out of his only relationship, allergic to air, doesn’t drink, is a vegetarian, has (or wants) a passel of kids and lives at home.
Until then, I am Bambi. Slightly (read: extremely) skiddish, relying on friends for enlightenment and entertainment, and willing to try new adventures (within reason).
One of my adventures is online dating. Seriously a bunch of fucking wack-a-doos out there! I am witty, smart and kinda cute. So why the hell do I have to pimp myself on some website to get a date? I hate the email back and forth thing. Just meet me for coffee or a cocktail and if we click, great let’s do it again sometime. If you turn out to be part of the above list, then I can promptly blow you off and move on and not waste another minute on you.
But until I find the guy who doesn’t drive me completely bonkers (because that’s the real goal, right?) I’m subjected to emails from
Really…
No, no, no, no, no. Please say it ain’t so!
I can’t make that shit up!
Oy!
OMG! but his biceps are kinda nice!!
Note the stupid hat. I don’t think the hat is stupid, just that it is an indicator of stupid. Or bald. Nothing wrong with bald, just with hiding that you are bald! Especially on an attempt to lure a date!
Clearly he is hiding something…
Ba ha ha, what a keeper. By the way, your hella cute, not kinda.
oh shucks 😉
Lula, you make me laugh and cry……you do deserve better.