I cook - the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right?
I clean - mustn’t let a suitor see the sty til he's signed the dotted line...
I even entertain - happy friends & family a more pleasant toy makes...
I scamper upstairs and...he wants to check his e-mail?!?
Needless to say, he was escorted to the door, my bed remains empty, and I am unfortunately, rather bitter. Not to mention wholly unsatisfied...
in this case, actually, no.
:)
What a butthead.
Posted by: caltechgirl at September 21, 2005 03:18 AMHa!
Man I've made some bonehead moves in my life, but that takes a the cake.
... ouch... he ain't worth the trouble, sis...
Posted by: Eric at September 21, 2005 10:22 AMWhat in the hell was he thinking?
Posted by: elliott at September 21, 2005 12:46 PMecho those wise sages above, complete dimwitted dumbass...you can and will do much better, mon cherie
Posted by: shoe at September 21, 2005 01:39 PMOh, and that sideways thing? Try it when you get a chance. Awesome.
Posted by: elliott at September 21, 2005 01:53 PM"Hey, nice bedroom...is that a computer? Hey, move your bra out of the way, I need to check my email..."
ROFL.
Posted by: Ogre at September 21, 2005 02:14 PMI must say I'm completely at a loss for words re: this post. Obviously a poor representative of his sex. OTOH, I can't imagine what kind of google hits you're going to get from that headline.
Posted by: bryan at September 21, 2005 02:14 PMActually, the way to a man's heart is a few inches lower than the stomach. Sorry to hear about the disappointment.
Posted by: Scott at September 21, 2005 04:56 PMYeah...I've been there. I sympathize.
Posted by: Dorothy at September 21, 2005 06:46 PMFuck him Cat. He ain't worth your time. Your a fine babe. Take your time and wait for someone that treats you like one. One will come around sooner or later.
Posted by: assrot at September 21, 2005 06:59 PM