We've been infiltrated...

Goddamn you red wine.

Seriously, to all the ladies out there reading this, stop dating bumbling 20-somethings and find yourself a nice, older dude.

I know I have waxed-poetic on this topic before, but ladies, I have gone out into the field, done the research, and 30-somethings are where it's at.

Sure, they're still dudes (read: oblivious) but with more practice at the game, less bumbling, more smooth. More comfortable in their sexuality. Forget the stupid dance, pretending to be shy and reserved. You'll be wined. You'll be dined. And at the end of the night... well... they tend not to disappoint.

Unfortunately for me, however, a perfect night was cut frustratingly short.

Hence, the blogging.

Now turn the lights down low, cause it's about to get romantic...





P.S. It's ridiculously easy to snag an older dude. Private message me for my 10-step no-fail program.Oh, but ya gotta be pretty.Big tits don't hurt, either.

What a sensible choice.

But, I have a confession...

I just need the perfect titties. That's titles, Mr. Connery..

Whaddya know, its September 2nd. I missed a day. (getting ready for school, thus, getting ready to neglect this poor blog. Y'know, miss a post here, miss a post there, then you're back to one post a month.) So should I tell you about my second date? He both opened and closed the car door for me. About halfway through the night I decided I shant ever date the mens under thirty ever again. Neighbours C and M witnessed this. C says to M, "look at that! See how white-folks are?" I respond, "that ain't how white folks are. At least not the 20-somethings I have dated" Or should I tell you about the delightful time I had with neighbour C on the porch for the last... I dunno... three hours? Drinking wine (my greatest weakness!! how did she know?? thus, why I'm delving into the personal life again tonight. Dammit, too many people know the combination to all my secrets :( Ahhh, did I really just emoticon on my blog? Did I just make emoticon a verb? MW make 'zoo' a verb. But that's an entirely different tale altogether.) Jeeze neighbour C and I can shoot the shit all night long. I think I won't tell you about any of those things. Instead, dear reader, we're being watched.