Surfing through my phone, while waiting for my mother at a doctor's appointment yesterday, I found myself on the dating app that reminds you of the material you'd use to start a fire. One of the profiles I encountered of a woman, who lived in Omaha, Nebraska. She must have been in KC today, to pop up, but that's neither here nor there. Her photos were mostly of her dressed up for one event or another, with no casual attire present. A few years ago, she would have made DPOW for her profile consisting solely of what she didn't want in a man, but the true reason for my taking note is what those deal breakers were. She stated emphatically that she didn't like hunting and asked what I assume to be the rhetorical question of why so many men posted pictures with fish they caught. Here profile is here.
I literally chuckled when I read that bit.
I'm offering what I think is a well-reasoned rebuttal to her requirements: You wannabe socialite of the flatlands!!! You fucking live in Nebraska and take issue with outdoorsmen??? Fuck, half the women there have their own photos of fish they caught on their profiles. If you want a trove of sophisticated and urbane gentleman, MOVE!!!
Now, get off of my lawn...
An aardvark's tongue can grow up to 12 inches (30.5 cm) long. No, I don't have their number.
No comments:
Post a Comment