WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD...

I went out on another coffee date. You think I'd know better by now. But based on a very polite response to my new profile which has "NOLO ME TANGERE" written right across it in red crayon, I thought: why not? And here's the weird thing: he was heavier than he said, balder than his picture, and as soon as he started talking, none of it mattered. I found myself sucked in all over again.
I might just be starved for attention... or a sucker for a fast-talker...

I was having my attempt to turn the seduction machine off turned into part of the seduction machine. Talk about wheels within wheels. It's a bit like Google scouring itself to offer Spam recipes in my g-mail Spam folder...
One of these days I'll settle down and get my life in order. But don't hold your breath.
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coffee dates...keep at it. If it doesn't turn out, at least it's practice (of sorts)! ;)
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