PussyGirl had taken the first step; she was going to get herself out there and see what kind of mischief she could make. It was a New Year and she needed a new approach. Hedonism appealed greatly. After all, the basic ingredients of a successful existence were all in place - she had a good job, place of her own, good circle of friends, some longstanding, some not; a close and loving group of siblings to fall back on when times were harder than they should be. She missed the fun bit of having someone to date and all that it entailed. She was bored of working long hours and then coming home to just her pussies for company. She just, she decided, wanted some fun!
She was, after all, known for her minx-like behaviour, her love of the irreverent and generally upbeat demeanour. She had a reasonable amount to offer, or so she believed.
PussyGirl wondered what the competition would be like; perhaps slightly unladylike to say it, but nonetheless a consideration - the driving force of many a man, and woman's, motivation and not to be overlooked.
"I shall engage in this as an anthropological experiment," she thought to herself, "I will research the beast that is the Internet dater, perhaps engage is some philosophical reflection upon my own status as an outsider within or maybe even meet someone and get it on with them," she mused.
Starting up was easy and she dedicated surprisingly little time to the operational detail. She picked a site at random and registered. She noticed, that slightly unfairly, women did not pay for their membership on this site while the men did. Still, perhaps that was a bit of positive discrimination she could overlook just this once.
The profile? Hmmm. The creation of the profile should not be taken lightly, she noted to herself. A cursory trawl through some of them had left her impressed and agog in equal measure. She thought about categorising them: The Narcissist ( one thousand words minimum on likes in a woman and likes about himself - yikes), The Mentalist (I like to drink wine and dance to music on my own, I am so at one with myself), The Reductionist (unhappy at home and need some distraction), The Shrewd (single professional seeks cultured individual for mutual fun) etc etc. However, time was of the essence and that task of analysing the dating types could wait til later. She adopted The Shrewd approach and posted a profile in which she stated the bare details of herself and invited those who wished to contact her.
Now all she had to do was wait and see.
She was, after all, known for her minx-like behaviour, her love of the irreverent and generally upbeat demeanour. She had a reasonable amount to offer, or so she believed.
PussyGirl wondered what the competition would be like; perhaps slightly unladylike to say it, but nonetheless a consideration - the driving force of many a man, and woman's, motivation and not to be overlooked.
"I shall engage in this as an anthropological experiment," she thought to herself, "I will research the beast that is the Internet dater, perhaps engage is some philosophical reflection upon my own status as an outsider within or maybe even meet someone and get it on with them," she mused.
Starting up was easy and she dedicated surprisingly little time to the operational detail. She picked a site at random and registered. She noticed, that slightly unfairly, women did not pay for their membership on this site while the men did. Still, perhaps that was a bit of positive discrimination she could overlook just this once.
The profile? Hmmm. The creation of the profile should not be taken lightly, she noted to herself. A cursory trawl through some of them had left her impressed and agog in equal measure. She thought about categorising them: The Narcissist ( one thousand words minimum on likes in a woman and likes about himself - yikes), The Mentalist (I like to drink wine and dance to music on my own, I am so at one with myself), The Reductionist (unhappy at home and need some distraction), The Shrewd (single professional seeks cultured individual for mutual fun) etc etc. However, time was of the essence and that task of analysing the dating types could wait til later. She adopted The Shrewd approach and posted a profile in which she stated the bare details of herself and invited those who wished to contact her.
Now all she had to do was wait and see.
I just love finding a blog that leaves the reader suspended in suspense. Don't make us wait too long, Ms PussyGirl!
ReplyDeleteGorilla Bananas
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comments. Indeed, suspense is the literary device du jour. I promise to come up with some juicy detail very shortly.
Yours fluffily
PG