“Just wanted to say I find you very attractive. If I got to know you, I would invite you over for a romantic dinner and as soon as you arrived, I would pull you close and whisper in your ear “I have a swanson tv dinner in the freezer with your name on it” and then I would proceed to fill a wine glass with welch’s grape juice.”
I only have one thing to say to this: SOMEONE’S BEEN READING MY DIARY!!! Let’s do this thing! I mean, ahem… *single blink*
I’m sometimes SO touched by an online message that I want all of my loved ones to be a part of what I’m sure will be the beginning of a long and joyous union.
“Nice guns by the way, legs too. My name is D***********. I hope you have a great rest of your day.”
Please press play (I’ve never wanted you to press play more):
OK Cupid Message:
“To bad i do not live in tronto but so life goes good luck in your search like you will need it lol but if you ever get board & would like to chat look me up .”
“hi can we please have a cup of coffee together im a writer and i like to tell you about my first book over coffee ok rene 647 *** 7***”
“i am looking for the woman like you, wonderful, beautiful, like fun. i am very interested to have you as a close friend. beleive me, i want to be your man , i will be there for you. text me back you will never desapointed. please give me your heart , i will give it to you mine”
“I’ll meet you at the altar in my white dress…” ~ modified Jagged Edge lyric
Jack seems to blink alot less when looking at Betty’s photos !!! LOL.
Your sweet Betty. Do you look away from the camera because your shy ? humble ? modest ?
All of the above ? LOL.
What an exilerating rush it would be to spend a lunch with such a beauty.
It would be so fun to serenade you with my acoustic guitar.
I would have so much fun singing romantic blues songs to you while you blushed and looked down.
It would be cute.
My sister lives near Eglington and Allen. My car broke down and while I waited to have it fixed I played my resonator acoustic in this big mall for at least 3 hours. It was cool. People didn’t know what to make of me, this white guy smokin’ the blues. a few stopped to chat. It was fun.
Peace Beautiful Lady.
Jack”
Really? Eglington [sic] and Allen? For those who don’t know, Allen Road is basically the dividing line between what would be considered Little Jamaica (West of the Allen) and Forest Hill (wealthier, Jewish neighbourhood, East of the Allen). *single blink* Are you with me now? Do you see where he’s going with this broken down automobile story? I guarantee his car broke down closer to the West than to the East, therefore I must totally understand and gush at the fact that “this white guy is smokin’ the blues.” Seriously? I know he’s not typing this with any negative connotation, it’s just the biggest turn-off for someone to try to connect on an “ethnic” level when it’s unnecessary. It leads me to believe that’s all they see. I may be completely off base (TRUST – I’m not off base), but it doesn’t change how it feels to read this stuff.
I have only one question for Mr. Jack: How dare you.
“Hello…! Sry for the lack of conversation, but i think you know why…, you’ll look at my pics then maybe read my profile…then just then maybe you will respond… if you like……then you’ll respond…so heres me waiting for a response to get a conversation started..!
Take care!”
*single blink* Did he…did he ask me something?
Everything I wanted to do after reading this message can only be described as a 90′s ‘angelfiresque‘ webpage-type blind rage:
