So I write this guy. He seemed nice. Nonsmoker, healthy, into yoga. He was a writer like me, handsome and funny! I liked that so I thought okay, I’ll write. This is what I got back:
So what do defense contractors and high price hookers have in common?
They both charge $500.00 for a screw!
I’ve actually got a couple hundred of these bawdy jokes from my Adult Trivia game.
So I can’t resist one more.
“Daddy, what’s wife swapping?”
Go next door and ask your mother!
Anyway, nameless beauty. Unless I get that private jet when my book in progress tops the best seller list, save me a dance in the next life!
WTF? Jet? He was local! What was he implying? And what’s with the PLANE MEME anyway? Half the guys who write me either have planes, fly planes or spend their lives IN planes. Am I flypaper for pilots and traveling businessmen? I checked out my profile again thinking am I putting off the wrong vibe? Reluctantly I took down all the modeling shots except for my headshot, which I’ve no replacement for yet. Those pictures were two and three years old and ten pounds ago anyway. That was then, this is now.
I’m grumpy and I miss my Scorpio.
