the beginning
It’s an inauspicious time to start a blog.
My 26th birthday nears (no signs of lover, hubby in the offing), my best friend harps on the “off-blog” nature of our convos (as if her sexual activity were the point of this!), and I just wasted several prime-REM sleep hours crafting yet another profile (gulp) for the beta version for Soulmatch — the ecumenical answer to eHarmony (imagine a UN for religions, with some Yenta at the head).
Worst of all, I can’t even decide how to organize my material, of which there is much. Do I proceed in chronological fashion? (Much delay will ensue, given my obsessive quest for “historical” accuracy.) Or do I introduce the men in a by-the-by fashion — as if telling stories to a new friend? I lean increasingly toward the latter, but have decided to put it first to a vote among you, dear readers.
(Yes, there will be occasional lapses into Victorian tones ... but have no fear. There’s lotsa masturbating and chocolate genitals yet to come — none of it even mine!)
My 26th birthday nears (no signs of lover, hubby in the offing), my best friend harps on the “off-blog” nature of our convos (as if her sexual activity were the point of this!), and I just wasted several prime-REM sleep hours crafting yet another profile (gulp) for the beta version for Soulmatch — the ecumenical answer to eHarmony (imagine a UN for religions, with some Yenta at the head).
Worst of all, I can’t even decide how to organize my material, of which there is much. Do I proceed in chronological fashion? (Much delay will ensue, given my obsessive quest for “historical” accuracy.) Or do I introduce the men in a by-the-by fashion — as if telling stories to a new friend? I lean increasingly toward the latter, but have decided to put it first to a vote among you, dear readers.
(Yes, there will be occasional lapses into Victorian tones ... but have no fear. There’s lotsa masturbating and chocolate genitals yet to come — none of it even mine!)
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