This weak in Adelaide. Vol 1 Num 3
The Weak that was:Remember, I warned you about reading this blog the first time. If you've got this far and your eyeballs are yet to explode, then you're made of stronger stuff. Read on McDuff.
TUESDAY 3rd March: Windy as hell. Got a ride in down to the Patawalonga weir. Along the coast. Was a hard slog against the wind there but man did I move coming back. Got to 30Ks in 8th. Which is not bad for me considering I've only had this bike about 3 weeks now.
WEDNESDAY 4th March: Wet windy and dreary. So Adelaide. So I spent the day trying to hone my profiles in the hope that I at least don't strike terror into the hearts of women I'm interested in. The profiles are still crap but I'm getting toward what I'm trying to project. Honestly ladies, I'm only slightly an old piece of crap.
I made contact with another PNGF (Potential New Girl Friend) on another dating site. This one only took minutes to tell me to bugger off. At least she was polite about it when she told me I was a piece of crap. She told me to shave my beard off. That's a first. Most women tell me not to. One threatened me with death if I ever did. Actually, I have absolutely no idea what I'd look like without it but I figure it hides the surgical scars from when they ripped my head open to find those lost CIA documents that confirmed who actually did kill JFK. They said it was a rather large tumor in my neck but I knew what was really hidden there. They promised I wouldn't see the scars but it's caused this really obvious fold in my chin that, well, looks awful. That and the fact that my ear now rotates whenever it comes in range of a GPS satellite. I don't know why.
She also complained about my having put her on my "Favorites" list. Um. Sorry. I obviously mistook it for a dating site. I won't let that happen again. And I removed the remaining PNGF from the favorites. Well, I've managed to annoy all 3 potential women left in South Australia so I guess I'll now have to wait till some one new moves here. Lured by the bright lights and foul smelling water.
For anyone coming here who likes a scotch on the rocks, make sure you use real rocks. Trust me on this, you don't want that ice melting and making your nice malt whiskey taste like bong water.
