Saturday, September 04, 2004

Weed 'Em Out

Not a word from MOB. I leave him a message to make sure he’s okay.

Thirteen new messages in my box. I think Sylvia resents me for it. She’s had five in the last week. None of these guys are really my flavor though. I decide to tweak my profile, hoping to draw in less crazies and more hotties with a good income, no kids and a great sex drive. I’m realizing the key is a fine line between specific and fucking impossible.

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