Back on July 8, I blogged this:
“I just got a pick-up offer from a verrrry cute Indian guy here in Montreal. Very cute indeed. Only problem is he's 27 years old. 2-7? Maybe I can ask him if his father is single...Got any photos of your dad, sonny? Too bad my niece already has a cute boyfriend. I'll reluctantly have to hit Delete again. My loss this time.”
Well, he has reappeared. And this time I figure why not meet him? It’s not like anything worthwhile has happened since July 8, right?
I asked him why he is not pursuing women his own age. He says he’s fed with them. Oh, those foolish, flighty young women!
8 comments:
go cougar-girl!
I hate that name...cougar! But I did date a 31 year old this year. It was really nice. We're still frineds even though it wasn't a lurve connection. He said the same thing that girls his own age are increasingly crazy. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Maybe he'll have a cute older friend!
...Ah, just close your eyes and think of Vindaloo.
JAW fan
close eyes-nothing!
keep 'em open-
enjoy the 27 yr old view!
Go for it!!!
Hmm..perhaps a poem is in order here:
When your beau is twenty-seven,
Lovin' is absolutely heaven.
Whether you're in the mood or not,
His pre-thirty wang is hot to trot.
In the boudoir, he'll woo and coo ya,
And unlike John Locke, he's sure to screw ya,
So go for the gusto and grab some honey,
But after sex, don't say "thank you, sonny"
And there's one more piece of advice to be said
For Pete's sake don't wear flannel to bed.
you said it J-fan!
Wow. This must be the Special Autumn Edition of NaPoMo.
It had been a long while since we got a poem, but obviously you just needed the right inspiration.
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