I wonder...
I visualise a guy, mid twenties, arriving home from another hard shift managing Northampton Morrisons. He's maybe had to clean up aisle five after a child did a small poo there. He's had a logistical nightmare getting the shelves restocked. He's almost certainly nearly lobotomised himself byt trying to work out a rotor for the tills. And trying to co-ordinate all those quasi-celebrities walking around banging on about how much they like their meat cut just right, doesn't even bear thinking about.

He sits down at his computer, alive with the possibilities of the internet. His friend, Big John, met a girl there, and if Big John can do it then why can't he?

He logs on to a networking site, and eventually finds a lady that takes his eye. In her photo, the light plays on her hair and her eyes contain all the mysteries of womanhood. She lives in cosmopolitan London, at the end of the Yellow Brick M1, and he is taken immediately by thoughts of romance and relationships.

He prepares himself, and then BANGS HIS HEAD REPEATEDLY ON THE KEYBOARD hoping against all hope that his witless drivelings will somehow, someday, get him a date.

Today is not that day.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Thu 31 Jul 2008, 12:05, Reply)