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| His initial email to me:
sarcasism is such a creative word.i love how desricptive women can be with the whole im going to lay this out here for that but my question is.."if you where in a supermarke and a nice looking man approached you and ask you if apples where in season" would you respond with no im not going to the car with you and do sexual favors. Yet women will just air it out on a website that is made for people to meet..oh by the way i can type more than 50 words easy..but i did like the way you put everything...Don
My reply:
But I'm from NJ originally. So when some one asks, "Where are the oranges?" The customary response when in the grocery store is "In North Jersey" as you flip them off and walk on. If it's asked by someone looking for directions, then the proper Jersey answer is "In the fukin' produce section!", as you drive off laughing.
If asked if apples were in season... I'd probably reply, "No, it's wabbit season... be vewy vewy quiet!"
Stephanie
His response:
then it seems that is where the somwhat of a very conflictive attitude would come from in such a polite way.do you find it odd that people dont wont nasty responses but when you give someone a over all view they dont like that either..i was told "you cant look up your own nose so you cant really see whats up there"
To which I replied:
People don't flirt with me in public. Either that or I'm just absolutely totally oblivious to it.
FTR.. I wiped the red off before going out in public. But not after chasing my 8 y/o around the house threatening to leave red prints on him. But after I caught him I just tickled the hell out of him.
Who ever said you couldn't look up your own nose never had two mirrors then. Trust me... when a toddler shoves a bead up his nose... and then denies it and wants YOU to show HIM. He got to look up his own nose.
Stephanie
And his turn... :
im just trying to figure out why such a nice girl is bitter in a underlining way that she cant see it or is it becouse you dont know who i am and you need to sound tough..but any who it was fun talking in a weird kinda way...sorry to waste your time.
And my response:
I'm not bitter. Just a snarky smart ass.... runs in the family. I'm not trying to 'sound tough'.
I'll tell you straight out that I'm a wuss... if I had to kill it to eat it, I'd be a vegetarian, it turns my stomach to see dead deer in pictures on profiles. I don't like fishing. Tent camping???... forget it... my joints can't handle that abuse.
You aren't wasting my time. You are looking for talk/email ... you've got it. 
Stephanie
That was it. He deleted my emails. Boo Hoo! I guess I wasn't enough fun.
My mail volume has increased on POF because I added a picture. One where I spent 15 minutes doing hair and make up. Nothing else was changed on my profile from when I had my pictures hidden. It was still set to 'friends' on the 'looking for'. I could fill the whole profile with "Blah blah blah blah blah" and I bet I'd get even more emails just because of that one goofy picture.
What ever.
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| Check it out. It's better than Smarch!
Do you see it? Right up there?
Yep.. Memorial Day is now observed in November, and on a Sunday.
Friggin geniuses I tell ya!
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| I have a dating profile up.. OK.. several.. because sometimes these things amuse me. On my one profile I took everything out and made it real bitchy. (Not such a stretch for me) The section where I'm supposed to describe a first date I have.
I'd leave my three young kids all by themselves. So I can go meet you spur of the moment for an IE in the back seat of your primer grey and Bondo'd late seventies b!tchin' Camaro, complete with self tinted windows. The bubbles add to the effect. Where I would give you the best blow job you've had in your life. I wouldn't want to stay and get to know you... so I'd get the hell out as soon as you got your needs met. I'd say 'call me', but I really don't want to hear from you again. I just want to test my luck in staying disease free.
Really... being a responsible parent and living a respectable life is sooo overrated.
If you read that thinking... "Yeah Buddy!!"
Go ask someone for a quarter to buy yourself a clue... it's called sarcasm.
This is the email I get ... according to his profile, he's 24:
whats up realy like ur ad i live about 10 miles from marion county by riverside would like 2 talk 2 you i like ur ideal of a first date u no i ant had no 1 n a long time
To which I replied:
The first date scenario was sarcasm .. I thought I even wrote that on there.
And his response:
ok so whats up u got any more sarcasem why r u being so sarcasem any ways what r u looking 4
I HATE HATE HATE when people type u instead of you or r instead of are. If it's not a friggen text message and characters aren't limited SPELL IT THE FUCK OUT!! What am I looking for??? Hmmm... how about my red pen so I can correct all of your grammar and spelling errors and return the corrected piece back to him.
I'm not the best when it comes to grammar. It wasn't my major, but for fucks sake I can usually string a coherent sentence together!! I have not replied yet. I think my bitchiness might make him go cry to his mommy... who I'm probably not too much younger than.
His profile... (get that red pen ready!!)
Interests
a womens company
About Me
im a good guy just looken 4 a real friend 2 be myself around i have a good sense of humar but know when just cant belive the price a pay wheres the truth see no truth any one out their 4 me im just ramblin because its tell me myine 2 short 2 update
First Date
go out to eat maybe a move and hang out get too know each other just looken 4 sum 1 hue likes me 4 whom i am thats all | | |
| I am still having the electrical problems. Not as bad though. Marg gave me a quartz necklace and two rocks from the Crazy Horse monument. So I've been sleeping with four and a half pounds of jagged rock in my bed. Andrew was being silly in my bed and leaned his head backwards laughing... He stopped laughing and stared crying when he hit the bigger of the two rocks. I felt like shit after that. The poor baby! Yeah, he's six.. but he's still my baby.
I need to see what else is wrong with my other laptop. It won't boot now. I went to turn it on to start downloading pictures on to it so I could edit them. Got nothing. Crap. I have several alphabet pictures on there. ... like G and H that still need to be posted. I don't have that photo editing program on any of my other computers. I actually don't have any on the new laptop yet. I still haven't changed the desktop or screen saver. All I've done was install the various security programs, messengers, and three browsers. I still haven't even renamed the IE icon to IEwwwww like I usually do.
I got disgusted with POF.. again. I took down my profile and stuck something snarky up there. I had submitted it to Datewrecks for either a wreck or the new "Sunday Showcase".. what ever she thought fit best. As it is right now... it's a wreck.  Screw it... the majority of the people on there are looking for ego boosts and/or booty calls. Not an actual relationship. I'm not there to stroke a strangers ego... or anything else for that matter.
I had to dig this movie out... thought it was fitting.
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| I need to find out what is wrong with me. Yeah... ha ha.. besides the already known and the obvious.
Something in me must reallllly be out of wack. I am screwing up electronic stuff when I'm touching it. No.. not in THAT way... yet anyway.
I have been shutting windows/tabs/processes and I'm still having "Not Responding" errors and when I type... when the text eventually catches up... chunks of words are missing. This is on the new laptop. I find that if I type about 3 or 4 letters and keep my hands from hovering over the computer I get fewer errors. If I hover over and still type slowly and deliberately, the lag between typing and text appearing and missing letters is greater.
I just held my hands over, barely touching the keyboard and the little CPU usage meter on the task bar nearly maxed out. Dropped a significant amount when I removed my hands and sat back.
The older laptop, I only had one thing open on... an excel spreadsheet. And when I touched that one too.. same thing.. it would stop responding.
Yesterday I was holding my phone when the memory card in it decided not to be recognized. I pulled it out and put it back in there several times with no luck. So I tossed the phone back down, leaving it alone to go do something else. Not too long after I had gotten away from it... Kendall tells me, "Mommy, your arm is back on the phone." That picture is stored on the memory card.
I was afraid to work on Sabra's computer! I did warn her before I went over there. I still didn't get the damn thing fixed.. but as far as I know....I didn't fuck it up anymore!
It's 5:10AM... Why am I up so early??? ... Well, I'm not. I have yet to fall asleep! Have a couple appointments that I need to be up and around for today too. This sucks. I still need to post the alphabet pictures from a couple weeks ago now.. but I can't touch the damn computers!
Now if only I could harness this power for EVIL!!!! Mwahahahah!!!!
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