Rule number one when you're hitting on someone: know when to shut the fuck up, ie: don't mix sex and talking unless you KNOW you're equally good at both.
I found the last marriagable guy on the planet yesterday and, being me, blatantly and blithely picked him up (it's been a while but I suppose it's a skill you're born with if you're essentially shameless). Unfortunately for all mankind, I lose all interest when any man is in the least interested in me. Don't psychoanalyze that, it just means the man has bad taste is all!
My committment hang-ups aside, a word of caution to Iyer women looking to marry: ladies, they don't make them like me any more. I'm afraid you either get Thachimammam Thamarai or Pervy Prakash. I actually got Horny Hari, who makes gay men everywhere seem like devout nun wannabe's. Maybe it's Arians? Are all Arians horny? My Arian aunt, aged 65, was reading the Kamasutra when I went over to her place last week. (FML.)
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