In the course of seeking out male companionship, I’ve occasionally found it tempting to check out the competition, as it were.
As you might imagine, it’s quite a melange of the gorgeous, the odd, the desperate, the freaky, and the plain. (In case you are wondering, I’d consider myself to be a happy mix of all the above…er…without the desperation. Without much desperation.)
The other night I stumbled across an ad with a title remarkably similar to the title of this post. See it above?
Ok then. Keep that title in the back of your mind.
On this particular site, there’s a also place for a headline–sort of a brief introductory phrase about yourself. The woman who titled her ad as above wrote a phrase for her headline that I can only imagine she thought was a take-off on the old saying that when a door closes, another one opens.
Right? You know that one? Lame way of promising that it’ll get better soon and all that happy crap.
Surely that’s what she was trying to convey.
Because she didn’t mean…that other thing, did she? It’s just my filthy mind seeing it that way, right?
What was the headline, you ask?
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Every Exit is Also an Entry
into Somewhere Wonderful!
She wasn’t advertising her desire for buttsex, was she??? Nooooo…
