Posted by verne on March 12, 2005, at 3:15:13
Nascar racing, massage therapy, and any movie without Sandra Bullock.
The gardener wants to take me out on a "date". I'm so screwed up. My whole sex life is on the internet and I can't deal with anything real.
The gardener is also a certified massage therapist (many hints), yet I'm terrified - or, at least, stupid. She wants my bod yet I'm holding out for some cyberdream.
I kid you not. Me, complete idiot. My family heritage goes way back to the crucial moment when pre-hominds were first considering whether to come down out of the trees and evolve.
My family ancestral kin argued against it. But evolution swept away everybody - it was a high time, no one could resist. We used to listen to Henri Bergson's lectures before we evolved.
Back to the gardener. I'm so jaded, princess and the pea, goldilocks and the porridge, sensitive, I'm petrified.
I'm holding out for true love.
Verne
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