Bj love & fuck!!!
How about this: let's stop posting sad stories online, stop talking like you're looking for love when you're looking for a hookup, and I'll stop saying I'm looking for a good man. Instead, let's just agree to go to our local water hole - the one with decent food and good atmosphere. I'll stake out a seat at the bar and you can strike up a conversation with me using a dazzling line like, "Hey, how's it going?" and then listen for the answer.From there, we can see how it goes. Maybe you'll like my sense of humor, maybe I'll think you're kind of cute, and maybe we'll get along well enough that you'll ask for my phone number before we call it a late night.Beats the hell out of sitting on CL and hoping someone replies to our lonely hearts ads, doesn't it?See you there around 8.UPDATE:It is now 1:12 AM and nobody showed up at the local watering hole. The point, boys, was to GO to the watering hole, not email me about how much you think I'd like your penis. Better luck next time, I suppose.(And yes, I really did go to a bar on Broadway and hang around to see if anyone would have the cajones to talk to me. And then I went to 1-Up and beat the best score on an arcade game out of boredom. And then went with a friend to dance at Tracks. So...too bad you didn't leave your computer.)
