Thread: Personal Journal

Strange day. Not complaining this time but am a bit shocked. Started corresponding with this stranger in Charlotte through Emails. Nice enough lass. Named Vicky. If her pic is real she is a looker.. And is interested in me? This has got to be a joke. Don't get me wrong. She seems sweet though I can tell English of any sort is not her native lang. Ignoring that and if I read correctly she wants to get together on an actual date?! Next thing you know she will be telling me she wants to bere my child, or worse she wants me to bare hers. P I tried to explain that between my legs as they are and that our age differences may play a factor that it might not be wise to go down this course, but I think she either can't or won't get that through her pretty skull. But I do know a bit about her if I understand correctly. She was born down under, moved to the states well after getting her degree in accounting. Did work at a bank until let go, and now works as a sales rep. My non spidey sense is tingling that all that she says may not be true. Her father supposedly dided in a pipeline fire plus a warehouse they stored things burnt down as well? Lots of fires in her life so it seems. Checked out the pictures and they were not doctored or from another website. Still something is off about her. I avoided all talk of sex or even flirting. Most I said that could possibly be misunderstood was saying what I missed about being in a relationship.. That was merely a physical account, not adding in the hardships I feel I endured while in those messed up things! Oh well. If she presses for it I might be able to talk her down. Just have to act like a sterotypical male. Brash, sex driven, blahdeblah. Showed Bigfoot her pic and gave a general summary of what she was like. He said 'If you don't want her I will take her'. I had to explain yet again tat if he wants a lass other than the two he plays with then go find one. Last time he met a gal I was smitten with he acted as if he were dating her. Put his arm about her shoulder and the like. Too bad for him she knew enough to turn his arm into a pretzel up to his shoulder. Asked him about that a couple of years later and he said he thought if a gal liked me then they would indeed have to love him for he was a smidge taller and all that rot. Thinks a lass that doesn't want him must be a bulldyke as he put it. Laughs Only then did I explain that dating other men or women or whatever does not in any way reflect on their taste. I can write novels for example. I have verbal charisma. I can lift double my own eweight thanks to all the hand walking I do. Does not mean that every lass should take a shine to me for those traits. The thought that it is looks or wallet alone that makes a fellow more attractive is soo wrong. Though with many I can see why he says that. But enough with all that rubbish. I took about 40-50 photos of those lil ones today. Even have one where a little butterfly landed upon the finger of a chubby rascal. Wasn't all that hard really. They live in an abundant land area with a pond. A bit of sugar water on that digit did the trick. She paid me half today and with the pictures working themselves out, it should be easy enough to take payment tomorrow As for this charjockey I must say goodnight. Spent too much time on that ground today and between my butt and back, I have an idea I will want to shed tears on the morrow.