a.k.a Petitebete. Office drone by day, amateur closeted erotica writer by night (hard to write in a closet let me tell you). Dabbler, dilettante, self-deprecator. Musings, rants, social commentary and the occasional flash of fictional semi-brilliance when the Muse smacks me upside the head. Under-promising and over-delivering since 1989. Canadian, in case the backdrop wasn't clear indication enough.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Single
So now am the only remaining member of the Pashmina Mafia whose adventures now consist of late nights in fron of the TV watching Jersy Shore and eating ice cream. This must change. But finding gals one can let loose with and have fun and be sure nothing said or done will come back to haunt me is difficult if not near impossible. A few candidates look promising - the Gypsy, Lulu, Big Red - but travelling distance makes frequent debauchery hard to schedule. Also debauchery on a shoe-string post-condo purchasing budget is hard to indulge in. *Le Sigh* It's going to be a long boring winter.
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