I was recently invited to do this new-fangled instant messaging thing on Plenty of Fish. My response, upon seeing that coveted little self-worth boosting pop-up box was an immediate and enthusiastic “yes”.
The conversation was everything I had hoped it would be and more. Admittedly I have very low expectations of this site.
He asked me how I was. I asked him how he was.
He asked me for my name. I asked him for his.
He asked me if I was busty. I asked him for his penis size.
Ok, that last part didn’t happen. At least not all of it. He did ask me if I was “busty”. To which I replied “bangin’ eee’s”.
He then asked the pertinent follow up, “Wait, are those bigger than dd’s?”
It was then I felt the need to burst his boob-shaped bubble: “I’m just fucking with you dude. I’ve no inclination to discuss my chest size. Peace out.”
I’d insert the obvious “and this is why I’m single” statement here except that I feel that at least some of the blame lies with the douche dude this time. I mean, come on!
Public Service Announcement: I am not a mutant. I categorically deny the allegations that I have “bangin’ eee” breasticles.