PLEASED AT A "FIRST CLASS" ACHIEVEMENT!
It's something with which to celebrate a beginning.
Normally I associate New Year's eve with both pleasure and sadness, as it was the day when my ex and I first dated, and, as you will understand, we are no longer an item (though still friends) and in consequence the anniversary brings up a mixed cocktail of feelings and memories.
In the years since we split, I have not found anyone new.
This is San Francisco, so it just isn't very likely I will.
Besides, middle-aged men with neat little goatees and fairly decent looks are seldom date material in any case, more the avuncular type, though if one were a tall woman, one might want to muss up my hair, going "wuzzah wuzzah wuzzah you're so cuuuuuute!"
I would hate that.
Reason being that at five feet eight and a half inches I realize I am shorter that big dumb glandular football players from the Midwest anyhow, and rather acutely dislike such freaks.
Too tall is offensive.
Never-the-less, I have scored.
"Wow. You are a fucking bastard. Next to you, King Joffrey is like the pope. You are the person that everyone hates at the movies, on public transportation, and in shops.
You are a first class asshole. Well done!"
This is my result from MeowShare (link HERE) which asked "How Much Of An Asshole Are You?"
Fabulous. I've always sought appreciation and affirmation. MeowShare does not realize that I smell of tobacco. I am insufferable.
Probably the only way I could score any higher is if I took up bagpipes and practiced every day.
NOTE: Readers may contact me directly:
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.