The ginger one

Hello dear ones, I’m sure you’ve been itching to hear an update on the saga with the ginger girl, so here we go. In my last post I mentioned that she had blocked me on msn, and then I wrote a rather shocking piece (shockingly written some of you might say) on why ugly girls are harder to ‘conquest’. To my surprise, I logged onto msn that same night to see that the ginger one was online too. Her msn ‘status’ was ‘Bored of everything, need a change’. Such a status was like a mating call to me, and like a shark that sensed blood in the salty seas of love, I knew a door was opening. Okay, maybe it was only a single drop of blood in an entire ocean, but it was enough to push me towards making another stab at the prize.

So, I opened with a typically provocative ‘hey, whats up’. She replied near instantaneously with ‘Hey mr., how u been?’ which admittedly left me slightly bemused. This was the same girl that I had struggled to extract more than two words at a time from, so I knew the door was definitely open. She then proceeded to moan at me about her life, how she wanted change, how she felt ugly on a daily basis etc. Sensing her to be either drunk, suicidal, or both, I knew this was my chance. So I paid her some compliments, told her that I could take her out and make her feel better, and she agreed to go out with me. I duly logged off, felt pleased with my accomplishment, and had a sly wank to celebrate.

As I sat there with my trousers round my ankles, it hit me. A wave of guilt, and even depression. I had just cracked one off to mental images of this ginger girl. And it repulsed me. I couldn’t sleep, I felt completely devalued, and it scared me. If I feel this bad after a quick tug, how would I feel after commiting the actual deed with her? In addition, I just know she’ll be one of those obsessive ones that are harder to shake off than a bmw tailing you on the M4. So, I began concocting cover stories to get out of it. I’ve come up with a couple of believable ones, “I’ve been relocated to Libya because of work”, and “Jesus came to me last night and showed me the wrongs of my ways”, but I’m still undecided as to what to do. The initial post ejaculation repulsion has subsided, and I’m pretty hungry right now. It’s been a while since I’ve had a conquest, but am I hungry enough to eat rancid meat? Because that’s how hungry I think I’d have to be to go through with. At least it would provide me with excellent blog material, that’s true, but maybe I’m just not cut out for this world of gonzo journalism.

In other news, I see JR interviewed would-be, it’s a great read, go there. It seems that JR was less than impressed with my recent post regarding new shoes. What can I say, they were good shoes. In fact, I think I get more aroused thinking of those shoes than the ginger one. And in all honesty, I think you would too.