It’s raining men…
Looks like this fisherwoman went fishing and has three on the line.
What did I use for bait, you ask? Just a few sexy pictures and witty emails.
Meet Paul, Michael, and Atomic Jim.
Michael already asked me out for next week.
Paul and I are talking disgusting food (I’ve eaten silkworm grub and posted a pic to my profile).
And Atomic Jim is… well… charismatic.
Oh, I almost forgot Rich who would be my Mecca were he to grow a beard and sing me “Michelle” by the Beatles.
It’s an intoxicating feeling.
Yes, it’s only a matter of a week or so before the “decks are cleared” so to speak, but for now I’m going to enjoy myself.
This being single is not too shabby.
Not shabby at all.