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So the other night I found myself in the midst of a discussion with a potential new friend. I’m so spoiled by the awesomeness that is the lover that I tend to judge potential new friends quite harshly.
But this one…this one caught my eye, and not just because he’s bald (oh baby), has blue eyes (oh BABY) and claims to have a long, thick penis (OH BABY!!!!!).
What did I find attractive about him? He consistently used proper grammar and spelling, even in the relaxed environment of instant messenger. And that, my friends, dampens my panties more than attractiveness, promises of fancy dates, snappy dressing or even sexual prowess.
Word.
Evidently he also found himself rather enamored of my usage as well. Listen in?
Potential New Friend: HOLD IT!
Me: Hmm?
Potential New Friend: HOLD IT one moment! You spelled “too” correctly and “definitely” correctly. That’s not normal!
Me: Oh! Well! I’m sorry?
Potential New Friend: LMAO.
Me: Let’s see…can you please type for me the name for that thing you do?
Me: You know, that thing?
Me: With your penis?
Me: At night?
Me: When you…play with it? What’s that called?
Potential New Friend: Beating off?
Me: Nooo…one word.
Me: Starts with “m.”
Potential New Friend: Masturbation!
Me: OMG! I lurve you! I want to bear your children right now! Let’s get married!
Alas, further events showed that this man, despite his impeccable grammar, was altogether unsuitable for me as a potential dating partner or fuck buddy or anything else.
Oh well.
At least we had good grammar.




