Picky

Picky, picky girl.  C’est moi.

I’ve been hunting around for some fun, mostly via CL, but to no avail.  This one’s too big, this one has a shaved head (yuck), this one’s too annoying.  The one I actually met up with was too cheap…he actually took me to a particular bar because women drink free there on Mondays.  He also was too fussy and kept saying my name every time he spoke a sentence to me…  Not sure why, but it weirded me out.  I got in a cab and went home.

I’m getting sick of the interview process, and I really hate this method…but I’m kind of at a loss right now.  How did people do this before the Internet?

Maybe I should try the bar scene, but I almost feel like that’s worse…  People in my city aren’t exactly relaxed and friendly; it’s hard to get to know people out there!

I just want to fuck someone.  Est-ce trop d’un problème?

Published in:  on May 7, 2008 at 8:34 pm Leave a Comment

Solitary Confinement

Je suis seule. C’est triste.

I realized today that my strategy is off. I want sex every day, and often more than once…I can’t be calling one person up every day for it… No wonder the Consultant got turned off.

It’s time to get out there and start juggling. Just gotta find some balls to toss in the air. Heh.

Published in:  on April 12, 2008 at 3:53 am Leave a Comment