Why, oh why, am I never approached by the one who would stand a chance?
My best friend, Miss Kitty, says: "You're too damned picky...I mean, you DO get approached..."
Well, yes love, I get approached alright...by the: jobless... toothless... shirtless...
classless... humorless... All bloody day long. Pardon, Miss Kitty, but those just don't count!
I've cornered the market on married men, megalomaniacs and motorcycle enthusiasts.
Liars and tyrants and bores! OH MY! And most prevalent: the everyday, garden-variety middle of the road, straight-up FREAK.
And it's not like I've not given it the ol' college try. I've done every sort of online dating, speed dating, random dating, blind dating, friend dating, accidental dating, long-distance dating, oh-what-the-hell dating and the odd encounter with sociopaths, martyrs, some-sortaholic, former wannabe circus stars and the great, mighty and powerful Oz himself.
And not one of them has resisted revealing their inner freak. 1,309 times and counting.
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Err...just to clarify... that last comment was in no way intended to suggest that you are obliged to give freaks love. Maybe I was just making a small plea for empathy with the swelling ranks of all those you've rejected -- 1,309 and counting! For every nasty, scary, scabrous freak out there, there are two more basically harmless freaks who have something good to give the world and those around them, if only we could just forgive them their idiosyncracies.
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