Dude pervs profile.

Impy goes and be’s nosey and pervs back. Meh.

A message appears in the inbox. Surprise!

Not really.

“Thank you for looking at my profile. Is there anything you need?”
(seriously this is one of the most unoriginal generic messages I see)

Impy rolls eyes. Ahem … dude … you perved I nosied end of story if I was really curious enough I’d have been back more than once or even better said hello.

I didn’t.

Impy replies …

“Yup. Coffee, flat white, no sugar thanks”

Rule number one: most women are not looking for instant sexors hook ups.

Be original. Engage in decent conversation.

‘beams’

Yes. I would love to kick Cupid’s ass.

Impy is one of those people that really just gets bored and annoyed that people need a certain day to ‘be romantic’.Can people not do random acts of love without the requirement of a yearly calander date?

For one the price of roses goes through the roof at this time of the year. Funny that. Let’s bleed people’s wallets dry cause you HAVE to buy roses because it’s oooo it’s Valentine’s  Day and it’s ‘romantic’.

The poor dude that buys them will have to live on two minute noodles for the rest of the month because he spent all his wages on flowers he can’t afford.

If you have had anything resembling a date in the past couple of months this yearly holiday makes people do stupid shit like the “where is this going” talk. They don’t go making cards that say “I think I like you but right now it’s too soon to tell, so here’s a card and that’s it”. It puts silly pressure on people to ‘perform’. To display their love.

The generic teddy bears and love heart chocolate boxes and all that hoohah? They suck.

So do all the cards.

Go ahead and call me bitter. I’m not.

Valentines Day has been turned into yet another mass produced media frenzy for consumers to spend money on useless shit and I don’t understand why there should be ‘one’ day to celebrate loving someone.  It’s bullshit. Everyday you are with someone special that you adore should be special in some way. You don’t need to say it with expensive, over priced crap. Surprise the people you love in your life with random acts of love.

Don’t be a sheep.

And if you are single …. HAPPY SINGLES AWARENESS DAY. I’m wearing black. I’m having a party.

Cupid has a fucking lot to answer for.

Corrupted fucker.

Avoidance. I haz it.

I haven’t written anything deep and meaningful for a long while. Not wanting to write about it but scrawling on random bits of paper the same shit over and over means I need to write it out. I have been doing a hell of alot of reassessing of late. The last few months really.

What do I want? I want intimacy, love and a meaningful relationship. Like most people do but there are things I am missing. As much as I would like to use the word ’submissive’ that’s not it. I can’t do ‘part time’ D/s, it just doesn’t work for me. TPE … that tickles my brain cells and my cunt. It takes the right kind of person to bring that out in me and the most important thing is a friendship, like mindedness, the ability to understand one another. Personally it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack so I’ve stopped.Just not even bothering looking right now. The poly thing? I haven’t changed my views on it but I know that I can’t deal with more than one partner at this stage in my life. As it is I am spread thin. I don’t mind having a partner than has other people to play with, it can be quite entertaining in the big picture lol. Transparency is great when you find people who can do it well.

Instead I am just focussing on the good things and not worrying about it. Just plodding along and getting beaten up by friends hehe.

So writing about the in’s and out’s of kink is a challenge for me right now because it dredges up things I am missing and craving. I miss what M and I had. I miss that depth and I’m not sure I’ll find that again. I’m not even going to try and explain it right now but I miss having someone know me inside and out that I don’t have to spend the majority of my time explaining myself and going through the motions.

I am sick to death of the local scene shit here, seriously it’s fucking insane and I am walking away. Time for the quiet life without all the backstabbing, gossip and drama shit. And all the weird fuckers that seem to crawl out from under their rocks. I have met some very amazing people and I’ll keep in touch with them but I am just going to hang out with a few kinky friends and just enjoy having fun for a while instead and do all the things I want to do with people I trust and enjoy their company. That shit I will and can write about but for now I’m going to try not to dissect myself so much.

Brain splodeys.

Oh yeahs … a rant has commenced too ….

I had some 62 year old dude message me out of the blue tonight and ask me if I had stilettos because he didn’t like the boots in one of my pictures.

*blink*

Lets see. You are old enough to be my Dad/Grandpa (nearly) LOL … errr what happened to people using basic social skills and introducing themselves and being polite and having manners ?!?!?! And wtf is it to you dude what I wear ….. fuck right offskies.

And that is why I have had enough. From now on impy has her wolfie fangs out and is not putting up with anymore bullshit from deluded fucktards on the net.

Wtf is wrong with people can’t they just settle for porn and have a wank without spamming people’s inboxs with worthless dribble?