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Yeah don't look at okc and see the person you think might be taking seriously has updated their profile...like tonight, after we adjusted to set plans for tomorrow night. And I can't even judge because I updated my profile. How fucking dare you be as shitty and not sure if interested as me.

I know I'm talking crap but I totally just feel like chucking everything. Chuck fear of failure, and lack of fear of rejection. Fuck fucking. Fucking not fucking to try and connect with real people. Fuck in person interaction and online anything.

God fuck all of this.

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For some reason I am just now seeing this post, which I can see why you considered deleting. It's pretty, well, crazy/full of feelings.

This comment got my goat, a lot. He can't possibly be talking about me, can he? No, he can't. 'Cause I will very likely read this. Anyway, I don't know how fucking off eHarmony is any different from fucking off OKC or POF (Plenty of Fish; Vancouver-based site; I worked there and deleted dick pics all day). Anyway, just wanted to wave my hand and say, "Smart chicks fuck eHarmony dates! Maybe wish they hadn't after, but it happens..."

I JUST heard of pof and at least love the name.

I ... eharmony is practically xtianmingle down here - maybe it's better up there. From what I know I saw ew, a huge EW.

I say that happily, and openly, flirting with you.

You must have missed my posts about the HORRIBLE EW DATE I had with a lawyer I met on eH. Your ew is among friends. Ew. EWWW. And the guy who lied about his age? My googling had brought up some conflicting information so I asked him his birth year. He hadn't even gotten his story straight. His purported age and birth year didn't match! He sent me a message after that "date" (weirdest bookstore walkaround thing) calling things off and I was going to write back and say, "Is it because you lied about your age?" but didn't. I should have. Jerk.

Oh, well then. Please. Continue.

Oh shit you're up...blush and still flirt. But a little blush.

We're even, then. On the blushing front.

So hi, now I reach out to you and I may be foolish but I don't have to feel guilty. No promises I say realistically, with a side of possibly maybe.

My email is [deleted from the comment]. Deleting comment presuming you get email notification.

PLUS GOING TO BED BECAUSE TOMORROW I GET SHOT IN THE ASS OR SOMETHING

Edited 2014-11-04 04:36 (UTC)

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