An Image Appears

So a cartoon of The Virgin Student appears (see right) but is this a true representation of the way I look or a red herring to throw you off the scent? Maybe I have blue eyes, maybe I don't. Maybe I'm brunette, maybe I'm not. Maybe I wear pink bows in my hair, maybe I don't. Perhaps it's simply an illustration that an admirer sent to me. I wonder what you will make of this...

Two More "Dates" Planned

Last night I called Mr First Kiss in the hope that I could change his mind about it being
“Impossible for our relationship to go any further.” He sounded really glad to hear from me, which was a pleasant surprise. We’ve planned to meet for coffee this afternoon. Mr First Kiss has something special about him that none of the others have and I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s like there’s a spark between us. He’s one of the best looking suitors and certainly the most normal out of the few physically attractive ones.

I also plan to meet a girl I shall refer to as Miss J This will not technically be a date but a means to extend a conversation we’ve been having over email about female orgasms. Miss J is a bisexual girl who seems to have a particularly firm grasp of what turns her on, both alone and with a partner. Although talking to her kind of contradicts what I said several days ago about spoiling the chance for me to discover things for myself, I am really curious.

Some interesting messages

I’ve had some really funny emails from guys wanting to take me out, one of my favorites is from a guy who drafted his own version of the article he thinks I would write if I went out with him. His suggested article is as follows:

"I met CD first thinking that as the only thing I knew about him was that he did physics, he must be just another run of the mill lab rat of the garden gnome variety... on that note I was pleasant surprised. Being from Eton, I expected an arrogant bastard yet he was far from that. He was kind, understanding, terribly well traveled, very sporty (not porky!) and listened to my quest with growing enthusiasm. Although he was not my type at all, the only reason me wanting to meet him w/out a photo was his bizarrely high score (9.8) on hot or not which dwarfed my 8.5 in comparison. The dulcet tones drifted onto my ears and his lascivious tones bored me almost senseless... the rest of the evening was a haze, and I found myself pondering whether CD had spiked my drink or i was merely drunk on love...”

Another gent sent me a poem, which was much appreciated. See below.

I'm enjoying reading your blog,
so far, an interesting prologue,

with every update,
I read about your last date,
and your tireless search for a
prospective bedmate,

your exclusion criteria ring true,
your bad dates seem to accrue,

but if you pick me,
Im single, clean, and a he,
slim, secure, and quite handsome,
who times kisses perfectly....

Which was sweeter but not quite as funny as the first poem I was sent, which read:

With you I'd like to shag
Unless you're a real old hag.