Does this mean I'm going to have my legs broken, when I least suspect it? a
He's not a mobster folks. He just plays one on TV. He's an actor. I'm only saying this because some folks actually thought I was going to date a hit man. a
Don't you know me by now? a
Guido and I joked about who was more dangerous. His "familia" or my IRA connections. We decided to call it a draw, out of mutual respect. I stood him up and he took it like a classic gentleman. Funny and easy breezy, the door left slightly ajar. a
I can't date more then one man at a time. a
But I know men can and do. Especially wild cards you meet on the internet. a
Remember Evil Surfer Dude? His self-confidence soared after hanging out with me for a few months. I liked the fact that he was a scientist because I love talking about Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Physiological Psychology. After a few months it became clear I knew more about these topics then he. A red flag went up. I did not ignore it. a
I found he was chasing another woman on the internet. I also found his resume. She and I busted him in what can only be called the "Sting of the Century". He lost the girl and his confidence. a
The poor bastard still appears on my doorstep begging for a second chance. a
I have both eyes wide open. So stop worrying about me, Michael. I'm not as dumb as I look.
My playboy alert light is on. My problem is this face. All I want to do is kiss it. Right now I am getting what I want. The feeling of being awestruck by a man's masculinity. a
Given the right circumstances, I'm not opposed to punching it right in the kisser. So STOP WORRYING about me!!!!
Co-workers created my identity on a dating website. After pretending to be me they let me in on the secret. I was very shy but went with it.
They lined up outside my office every morning to hear the gory details of each hilariously disastrous date. I started this for them.