Speed dating in reading Jsmooth adult video
There are certain things I do in my life purely because I think it would make a great post.
I think if I didn’t blog, I would spend a hell of a lot more time sat at home doing things that normal people do, like spend time reading and maybe even watch that thing called TV that people talk a lot about.
The Chinese girl, a lethal combination of being dressed up to the nines in a tight red dress and taking absolutely no bullshit from guys, was the girl before me.
This served me well because the guys came from her table to mine in a state of shock, having had her pick at them for the past 3 minutes.
I have no idea whether my last 3 boyfriends could use proper grammar but seeing as two of them write for a living I’m guessing at least they do. The event ticket was £14 and was held at a bar called Zero Degrees, which is famous for its craft beer and pizza.
One girl told me she’d recently had a message that just asked her if she was shaved or not. We chatted for a bit, and the Chinese girl tried to set us up even before we’d started the event.
At long last we were asked to go upstairs, so with my elderflower pale ale (very good – highly recommend! Girls were placed at tables dotted around the room and the guys were the sushi to be rotated around between us.
One of the things I have done recently for the amusement of you, dear readers, is go to speed dating. My OK Cupid subscription (I pay for the benefits) renewed itself the other week so I hang in there to get good value for money, but on the whole I’m tired of getting 10 “hey babe”/”nice eyes”/”why didn’t you reply to the lame message I sent you 3 days ago???!!!??? I’ve written about it a bit before but I really feel that online dating is killing human interraction.
It’s like I have a whole cataglogue of men right there – many of whom end up messaging me (no idea why, I have just an average selfie as a photo), and so I have the power to disregard someone if they use “their/there/they’re” incorrectly, for example.
When I arrived, the host put me at a table with another single-single girl, a Chinese girl with a fake English name. She told me she was only there as a favour for a friend – all her friends were married with kids so she wanted to find someone for herself, so she could feel a part of their life.