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I promise an intensity of sexual joy unexpected in the LRB. The complete list of my sexual conquests: 1994-1995—Anna; 1996—Julia, Alison; 1997—Italian girl at Karl’s party, Claire (Clare? I, on the other hand, am 4’10”, have the looks of Herve Villechaize and carry an odour of wheat. You know who you are and, no, I don’t want to meet either Bismarck, Bethmann Hollweg, or Prince Chlodwig zu Hohenlohe-Schillingsfürst, however admirable the independence he gave to secretaries of state may have been. I smoke, I drink, I talk waaaay too much and think even more than that, I swear like a longshoreman, I’m usually covered in dog hair, I do not order salad as a full meal, I always want to Talk About It, I might be funnier than you, I want to be taken care of but hate feeling weak, I’m completely disorganized, I will keep cuddling until you pry me off you (and so will my dogs), I say “awesome” a lot, I don’t lie even if it’s easier, I tell my girlfriends everything, I expect to come, and I’ve been told repeatedly that I scare the crap out of men.
This advert is about as close as I come to meaningful interaction with other adults. ), Jessica (fingered); 1998—Anna again (big mistake), receptionist at my second temp job (possibly called Helena), Becky (I was in love but she went back to her boyfriend); 1999—Jeremy’s girlfriend; 2000-01—Karolina (deported); 2002—woman at nightclub, woman at nightclub, woman at nightclub, woman at Stewart’s barbecue, Stewart (accidental coming together of groins, the three of us were naked and very, very drunk), woman at nightclub; 2003-2006—Evil Satanic Bitch Whore; 2007—the Internet. Most partners cite the importance of having a loved one who will listen and understand them.
Thank you internship for working me as a slave, having no funds to hire me and paying me solely in experience that, with time, runs dry. I sit by myself, with a television, maybe some brain-cell ruining tabloids and the internet.
Image Source This ad seems completely normal until he mentions his mustache. Maybe he just wants everyone to know upfront that he has facial hair and he’s not afraid to show it! This sounds like a guy I knew (and unfortunately dated) in the 90’s!
Originally designed to match intelligent people based on their literary interests, readers immediately ganged up on the personals section like Amazon reviewers and twisted it for their own purposes. Now people turn to the personals ads first, then read the book reviews.
They were, as Rose told NPR, instead “instantly very, very silly.” In a I thought to myself, ‘This isn’t going to be good. What an idiot I am.’ But I work on the Bowie principal—do something once and it’s a mistake; do it three times and it’s an arrangement.’ We had to let it go for a couple of issues. The ads are the exact inverse of the clichéd, bragging, bitter, disturbing (in the case of The Village Voice), or inarticulate American equivalent.
I really love that he’s also seeking restaurant coupons. Image Source This one sounds like it’s written by Borat — looking for a companion for “sexy time”. I must admit that my baby daughter used to have a shirt like this.
His text is okay but I don’t understand the “This must be why they call SF the city of love…*sigh*” beside his picture.