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Hey, Geewhiz,

 

You're just the kind of trouble I like. Behind your sado-masochistic array of words, I know you're just a romantic angel falling headlong first into the lap of love. You can't feel or fool me for a second. But, you're really wrong about the the dating bit. Are you kidding? This place is a paradise for successful daters. Even Stephen Fucking Hawking could make girls pine and yearn. And that, basically, is the lost art of romancing, isn't it? Some dude with the right amount of DNA to thrill your shot glass with, who's witty and smart enough to make that little rictal smile of yours appear and wander off into the desert with like that poor great fool Enoch with God did. I am looking, prowling, a big Virginia Woolf-sized lighthouse on the lookout for an "adjective whore" just like you. Come on; come to Papa, and crash your vessel upon my rocks.

 

Egbert

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