So, he didn't ever write back to me.
The man that I married in my head.
It's ok really I know, but irritating none the less.
Where are his manners?
I mean, anyone can make a polite excuse - I met someone else, I am moving to Baltimore, I have inoperable cancer. See how easy that was?
To cap it all, we'd spoken on the phone. So, not only has he rejected me on the grounds of email, he has also rejected my dulcet tones. And don't forget I've got that accent going on. Gotta admit it, that stings.
Not that I haven't dished out my own fair share of rejection. In all fairness, I've been the rejector more often than the rejectee. But I don't leave my suitors hanging, wondering why. (That was a bare faced lie I've just realised. Sorry hanging peeps)
Being the rejector is better for the ego, I guess, but bad for the id. My ego does not have to contend with the notion that I might have a face like a slapped arse, but then my id doesn't get to get it's freak on.
I wish I hadn't ended my hook up. I have hook up rules though... once someone has been dismissed from service, it seems inappropriate to just call them up for a drive by. Kinda rude. I mean, even non-commitment has it's commitment element no? Plus, he broke the service agreement and therefore negated the contract. He got a little too involved and then I got a call from the girlfriend that I didn't know he had. (Actually, neither did he. She was an ex and stalkers are not a beautiful thing)
Anyway, back to the subject of my rejection. What I hate the most about this site is that you can go look at their profile to see if they've been back to the site. He has. And thus my fantasy that he died in a fire is dispelled. Not that I wish death by flame on anyone, but surely it's better to think he met an untimely death than face the fact that he just doesn't want to go out with me. Oo - but wait - maybe it's not him on his profile. Maybe he died in his bed at the hand of a violent lover and some detective is ploughing through his history folder looking for clues. Yep - that's definately more plausible. Feeling a bit better now.
(In case no-one ever writes to me again, this is not a serious post. It is ironic. It's supposed to be funny. Chuckle you serious mothafuckas. Chuckle why dontcha)
And in conclusion, direct your ears back to the top and the words of Aimee Mann. Insert "almost" as appropriate.
This song could be Hooksexup's anthem...
The obligatory back catalogue:
Je t'adore
Zeitgeisty's Behaviour
Rate my Profile
My kink is better than your kink
The good the bad and the ugly
I am a whore
First Date sex?
Small Juicy Ones
The Perfect Blowjob
What is a boyfriend
Friends with Benefits
Real Women
Another quick pull out
Lesbian Lovers Come Out
Digits
Asymmetrical Knobbage
Cunning Linguist
Cunnilingus
Fabulous at 40
Winehouse Reveals
The Chick Facial File
Mirrors
Confession plus Daily Knob!
Abusive?
Celebrity Confessions: Boy George
Dick Trilogy Part 3
MORE dicks in my inbox
Dicks in your inbox
Read my Sodding Profile!
Hooksexup Confessions: Herpes
The Queen Confesses
The Arse Man Cometh
The Ass Play Chronicles
The Sandwich Blowjob Porn Connection
Bangin Ass
Deformed Dicks
Did I really dream that?
Why I don't date Celebrities
Fashionably late or just a slacker
Today, I am posting an anti-knob, because I just don't get what all the fuss is about. Benicio del Toro looks like my kid's pediatrician. She is a bit mannish it has to be said. In any case, other chicks like him so this one is for you other chicks.