I am a whole package woman, and therefore could definitely not afford your rates. And to be honest, I prefer amateurs? Not just because they're cheap, either.
Same reason I prefer amateur sport to the pros. Village cricket is the most fun you can have sitting down (and rocking back and forth with hysterical laughter)
That's virtually the same thing. The woman's a fool, I bet you offered her special rates, too.
How much, er, DO you charge? Just asking. I'm sure the lady bloggers would like to know. I accept it is probably a sliding scale but top / bottom? (of the range, Jim. Of the range)
Ah, those haggis-hunting trips. There is very little to compare with sitting around a Scottish bonfire swopping tall stories about the haggis that got away, while eating the one that didn't.
My spare room is in huge demand during haggis season, but at worst you can kip on the sofa, the dog won't mind sharing. It'll be fun!
I was just thinking we needed a new bloke on the blogs to take the pressure off the few we have, but I gather you aren't new and don't hang around enough? Anyway. Hi!
I did, didn't I? a week of peace and quiet, I promised.
I lied. Although I should be quiet from Wednesday.
But I have soo much to do, you're right, I shouldn't be here. Would you keep an eye on the blog and do any necessary stuff? Ta much, and I'm glad Pedal got you out of that suit xx
Ah, I have the solution for you. Corny but it worked for a friend of my parents who went through a LOT of women and told each 'you are so beautiful, I have to call you Diana, Goddess of the night.'
When he did remarry, a lot of women later, his new wife changed her name to Diana. No-one ever told her.
When you make grilled cheese and tomato on toast, but forgot to cut the tomato skin through, and you take your first hungry bite and pull a chunk of hot tomato on your chin? That.
Oh hang on not a hijack at all. I forgot to cut the tomato skins.
Is this serious? Because it is like asking how long a piece of string is. You said yourself, you are a medium. To some guys, that is big. To others, anything under XXL is normal-verging-on-plump.
Usually I love autumn and the winter leadup to Christmas, and only start getting restless with the cold and wet and grey in about Feb, so I try to get away then for a holiday. This year for some reason I, too, am dreading it. No idea why.
I can't comment, because my profile specifically states that I'm not.
Funny thing about advertising, though, few products sell themselves as adequate, or acceptable. Buy this car, because its headlights are slightly different! Buy this drink, it has sugar and bubbles and will rot your teeth!
I find it interesting that you assume all these women were left by men. Many that I know actually walked away from imperfect men. It may be hard for you to believe there is such a thing as an insufficient man, but there are. No, really.
And now I'm all dressed up and ready to go out for a 2nd date with a guy who wants a fruitful and contented life. Well, fruitful usually means kids and we're both past that stage. But he's looking for company. And has everything to offer but a spark of delighted recognition.
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I am a whole package woman, and therefore could definitely not afford your rates. And to be honest, I prefer amateurs? Not just because they're cheap, either.Same reason I prefer amateur sport to the pros. Village cricket is the most fun you can have sitting down (and rocking back and forth with hysterical laughter)
(Not that I would laugh at my amateurs )