No. I do not know how it smells. No, I do not have a NEED for this.
I just want it.
Because I’m a Bond dork.
Somebody buy this for me!
I’m broke and can’t justify buying it for myself, because I don’t actually need it.
Wah!
hehehe
Oh, the weird little obsessions we humans can have.
I think this one is incredibly beautiful, not just because of the picture.
That one’s a couple posts down.
So, I guess women everywhere get approached in ways much worse than the ones in which I’ve been approached.
Looky here. Some of these are tragic.
However, apparently, it just comes down to science.
According to this. Though I can’t quite agree with the idea that just because you’re handsome and rich you can get away with being an ass.
I’m still voting for “Hi, my name is Jim. I saw you and thought I’d come introduce myself.”
Then I can assess, we can chat, I can assess more, you can do some assessment, and we can see where that goes. That’s really all there is to it. Cute (or inane) comments in the opener are not necessary. Save those for just a little later once we’ve established some sort of rapport.
Or maybe I’m just far too picky and destined to be alone.
Actually, I’m rather certain that’s the case.
Maybe next year…
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