First (this is not so much a musing) I may have written POH in the past but I really meant POF. I'm convinced that POH means something in my brain, but I just can't figure it out yet.
Second, although I didn't make mention of it last night, when I was at the Grapevine with Jenn, Ginny and most of the people who read this blog, not one but two of the guys I've been recently communicating with on POF were sitting at the table next to ours -- ostensibly on a date. How's that for shitty. You try to entice different people into going out, only to find out that those people end up dating. They were wearing matching shirts. They must have been happy. Fuck people, lol.
Third, (already mentioned to those at the dinner table last night) is a new facebook reality. It's discovering a name on your "friends" and not recognizing it. Then clicking on that name and finding out that one of your friends (female) has got married (and therefore changed her name) and you weren't invited to the ceremony (or even told about it). Fuck people!
Fourth, when people you sort of dislike from various realms of your acquaintanceship somehow meet each other and then become happy as a couple. Again, Fuck people.
Last: Oh, I'm having coffee with committed guy on Sunday. Hopefully it will result in at least a friendship. I don't have many gay friends here in St. John's. So the more the better, as these people can hook me up with their hot friends/exes and I can therefore Fuck People!!!!!! Lol.
2 comments:
Ah, the verbal turn around at the end.
Well played, sir.
P.S.--Seriously? Those 2 guys at the other table?
Seriously? They were your PoF prospects? Sucks...
Also, nice word play!
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