She's 27 though, so the ideal age for me at 36. You know, I was reading today that the average age gap for married couples is like three years. I find that hard to believe. The age range that these women are looking for is usually quite wide and almost always starts at their current age for the low.
Although, I guess this is less of an issue the younger you are. I mean, say you're 25...you might have a 22 year old girlfriend and that would still be cool and young for you.
Anyway, she's also an accountant like big-titted (or more accurately, big-padded) Meng. So that's good news in that limited respect. Of course, accountants aren't known for being exciting people.
And her English doesn't seem very good. Odd because she says she's been here ten years. Actually, she must have arrived here around the same time that I did and when she was 17. That's kind of hot, I guess.
But speaking of legitimate just barely over 17 year olds, I'm still speaking to little Evie. I mentioned that I'm going out with a Chinese woman this weekend but that we can go out on Bank Holiday Monday but she just loled and said "enjoy your date with the Chinese lady ". So...things aren't going perfectly but she's a depressed young lady and she's happy to talk to me for a little bit every day or at least answer my questions so that's something, I guess. Maybe we can be friends or at least WhatsApp friends and maybe she'll show me a picture of her boobs at some point.
Oh yeah, and there was that French Canadian Asian but she blocked me after I asked her how much she pays in rent. I was just trying to compare it to my own rent that I paid in flatshares because I couldn't understand why she needed four jobs. I worked very sporatically and was able to afford the rent in my shitty places.
I wasn't into her anyway. She was crazy busy and not stable. She had some kind of mental breakdown after working in the schools here and it not being as she expected. She's probably going to go back to Canada within the year. Not much of a looker either.
And yeah, I'm getting good results with these photos. Probably a 10% positive response rate. I used to read about this being the average response rate for guys and thinking, "Man, there's no way. If I got a 10% response rate, this whole internet dating thing would be awesome". I was getting about a 1% response rate with my old photos.
But yeah, it does make the whole thing much less of a struggle, desperately bottom-feeding and hoping for a reply from anyone. Now I can be more choosey and if somebody sends a half-assed reply, I can just ignore them and move on. Ten messages a day, one should reply so it's not much of a challenge now.
What else...took a poop. Diarrhea. Oh! I've been sleeping at like 8.00 pm for the past couple of days. It's awesome. I don't do it because I'm depressed, I just really enjoy it. Ten hours of sleep a day? What's not to like? And I'm only working Thursday and Friday next week. Holy crap. Five day weekend.
Did I tell the story of the 1950s Dance Specter? I think that I might have but probably years ago.
It was a play that we did in the sixth grade. It wasn't actually called 1950s Dance Specter but I did a Google search for the actual title and there were only six hits, none of which were relevant, and I didn't want this thread to appear in search results in the unlikely event that a former classmate ever looks up this play.
Anyway, sixth grade. We did a play. It was an entirely original production which is actually impressive in theory. In practice, it was three girls who wrote the thing. They were friends.
I wish I could see the script now. I don't remember anything about it. Presumably, it took place in a dance hall of some description and there was a specter. But that's all I remember.
I played somebody in the three piece band. My instrument was a recorder. It wasn't a speaking role. We just pretended to play the music in the background in some scene.
I think it was shown to the school. I'm not even sure if it was shown to parents. It really was so bad that I'd be surprised if parents were asked to come to see this.
Again, I wish I could see the script. I know who wrote it. I have the Facebook of two of the three writers. None of them became famous playwrights. One was a cocktail waitress in Las Vegas who moved back to our ghetto a few years ago and now works at a sleazy hotel. She has a nerdy-looking 13 year old son. And the other, I don't know...she has a picture of her with some dogs and she lives in the ghetto too. I don't think she works. I wonder if they still have it. It could be due for a revival.
That's probably enough message boarding for now. I mean, there's other stuff going on. I don't like my job, I'm going to my passport interview next week, et cetera but this post is long enough.
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