Nice!
Being someone who was told throughout my adolesence that I would never get a boyfriend, and being constantly turned down by boys, I went on a dating bender following the interest from my spotty retard of a first bf (Neil). So much so that I forget most of the dates I went on.

I am not a fan of self-assured men, the 'I am in love with myself' types. I joined a well known dating service (rhymes with kazoo) and met a guy named Phil. Imagine a skinny Phil Mitchell meets Indiana Jones with a receding hairline and cowboy boots. He had a permanent 5oclock shadow and lived at the gym. After a drink at the pub and an hour and a half of hearing how fantastic he was I took great pleasure in informing him how he wasn't my type. We're good friends now, and it's nice to know he spent a long time trying to convince me that he was indeed my perfect match.

Really this was a 'screw you' post to all the people who told me I'd never be loved. I now live with Mr VampGem who rocks and I never went near a computer to meet him.

Length? Phil? I guess I'll never know...
(vampyre_gem has been dead since, Fri 14 Sep 2007, 5:18, Reply)