#595 Facebook has developed into the equivalent of a singles night out at some atrocious cocktail hour.
Monday 30th November, 2009
I am convinced that Facebook has developed into the equivalent of a singles night out at some atrocious cocktail hour. The questions I repeatedly see being addressed on your blog relate to whether such and such would/nt sleep with him/her?
I believe that these are easy dilemmas to address and can be answered in three ways: ‘Yes’, ‘No’, or ‘Desperate’. What answers do you have?
From a Mr Nutts, London & Singapore via email. Repeated email.
As you would expect, my being a woman and, thus, a more complex and intellectual creature than yourself have to mind multitudinous replies. These consist of the rejecting kind; ‘if I only I didn’t have a headache’, ‘you’re just not my type love’, the optimistic type; ‘what is the probability of you turning into the greatest love my life’, ‘are you so tailored/bodily formed as to epitomise a D&G model?’, through to those more practical considerations; ‘anything to get my boiler fixed’ and ‘only if you can make a decent brunch in the morning’.
My reply to you is this: Certainly not. Not even if you had a private jet to pick me up. Forget it. Nutts by name, nuts by nature. Singapore for breakfast indeed.Tweet