In fact... here is a small sampling of some of the fishes in the sea (but not Plenty of Fish, because that site is WACK, you guys) who have contacted me recently and expressed interest in my body and mind (but mostly my body because...interwebs).
If this photo doesn't scream, "bros before hoes", I don't know how to capture the sentiment on film.
I did not blur this man's face. He blurred his own face (but unfortunately, not his chest hair). He also asked me to something called the "Erotica Ball" and wants to know if I'm ok with two partners. Hey yo! Right now, I'd just like to work up to one partner ifyoucatchmydrift. When I didn't respond to his first email, he asked if he'd been too "cheeky". I think my British might be rusty, because I thought that meant something ENTIRELY different. Huh.
As my friend J coined it, "the sexy thinker" pose. Tell me more, big boy.
WHAT?! Good hygiene, too? Stop. And please undo maybe one more button.
[Side note: KIDS- Don't drink out of bird baths. Also, you shouldn't be reading this blog. Your parents need a better internet filter.]
I cannot tie my hair in front of my face in a bow. I already feel inferior to this guy. Also, I've never made it with a werewolf. IN.
This man is 21 years old, lives in New Hampshire and is very comfortable in his own skin. I'm so glad New Hampshire is still located on the other side of the country.
Wait. Is this guy trying to sell me a time share in Boca Raton?
Like I said, EVERYWHERE. Go get it, ladies. (But, uh...I'm just gonna sit this round out.)