Why Bother Venturing Out To Look For Love? There Is Enough Asshats Online, For All!

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From: Belligerent Young Lad Who Lives Not Far From I, Who I Obviously Not Getting Any, Because His Seduction Skills Are A Little Rusty

Hey, I don't think that this picture is really you. What, did you go to the mall and get one ofthose Glamour Shots done or something? Do you havea real picture? Like you at home on your stairmaster or something? Or do you even work out? OK, stop trying to fool all of us guys, and let's see what you REALLY look like...

My Reply:

Big words coming from someone who doesn't even have a picture posted.

No. That is not a mall "glamour shot". Are those still available? For some reason, I thought those were relagated to the days of triangle perm hair and overly done rouge. However. Apparently, they are still in existance, perhaps this is from previous experience?

Yes. I workout. No. I do not have a picture of myself on my stairmaster. First off--I don't take pictures at the gym. Secondly--when I do workout, I go to workout. Not get hit on. I am not one of those people who dolls themself up to go to the gym. I believe, that too, was left for the eighties. Thirdy--I do not keep a Stairmaster in my home to daily remind myself that torture is just a stair step away. From your lack of picture, I'm guessing you don't either.

I hope that answers all your questions. And since you were so inquisitive, I think it is fair if I can ask you a quick question:

Are you always such an asshole to people you don't even know?

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