Ook
Just over three years ago towards the end of a rather fun filled if not entirely healthy 8 months of consolation after a break-up I was advised by a colleague, if the letch could be called such, that the best way to find myself a lady-friend is the internet. A concept I was comfortable with… for I had seen several ladies on the internet.
He didn't really do much work and certainly had managed to collect an impressive number of photographs of women on his phone; most of these had forgotten the larger sum of their clothing. That is, he'd convinced me.
I looked through a list on what was once a popular networking site, even seeing a few that were vaguely familiar from others friend lists, finally settling on one.

Long story short, after much typing in which I was impressed that she could read my longer words AND lacked the beard I expected from the result of such internet liaisons, we agreed to meet. She even seemed keen that our first meeting be at a local hotel so I can only suppose my well crafted wooing was working well.

Getting off the train and seeing a little gothic looking creature with seemingly all the right bits in all the right places was a result. Less so was the inability to spend 10 minutes vetting what should be a 20 second sentence to make sure one comes across as one intended.

There are many subjects that can be covered without causing offence. These we covered, but unfortunately they are also not very interesting. I cannot remember how it came up, maybe a comparison on our relative heights, the sizes of buckles on both of our impressively metal-laden shoes or what, but the subject turned to weight...

Now whilst women like to be complimented on their lack of excess body fat, and most enjoy the witty banter of the verbose gentleman, it is important that one get them very drunk before telling them they have the BMI of an adolescent Chimpanzee.
Thankfully I had and received laughter or would presently live by myself.
(Lot9H, Tue 15 Dec 2009, 15:16, Reply)