I opened my inbox this morning to find six messages from the same guy. Six messages. One bloke. All while I was sleeping.
And from his username I really should’ve known what was coming…
Desperado: You look nice. Hope you will look at my photos, they were taken Xmas in Scotland. I do have some hair now. Hope you will get back to me and be honest with me? I don’t have a car. Will tell you about that if we ever meet up. But don’t think you’ll give me that chance. I don’t think you like me. Why, I am not sure…
Well, do you like my profile? Do you want to meet? I will meet if you wish.
You don’t smoke. Is that why you don’t like me? Well, be like that. I would give up for the right person. It’s not hard but it’s up to you to take my word for it.
You don’t believe me do you? My word’s my bond. I don’t say it if I don’t mean it, but you won’t give me the chance, will you?
No answer. So I take it that’s a NO then. A BIG NO. Fine
I knew it. I knew you didn’t like me. Why don’t you women give me a chance? Your all the same. What’s wrong with me? Why do I bother when you won’t answer me anyway. Well, fine!
Typical. Sandra Bullock got the wickedly cute Bill Pullman while she was sleeping. Me? I got Desperate Dan.