Lyda here. Trying for a “R” rating today. Okay, would you believe “PG”?
I realized yesterday that I haven’t had any… dates… in over a year. Probably longer. Yeah, let’s call it “dating.” And all I can say is… WTF?
Ya’ll may wonder if I’m waiting for a guy who can afford me. Nope. I’m actually a cheap date. That’s what he said. I’m holding out for a nice smart guy who makes me laugh and who laughs at my jokes. At least some of them. Apparently this is a rare combination among the pool of available guys I met. A small pool. Actually, more of a pond. Or a puddle. Mostly guys – and women too, it doesn’t seem to be gender-related – just give me a blank stare and change the subject when I display my wit and intelligence.
But I digress… My main question today is:
In what weird backwards universe would I be worth $31 more per hour in bed than Anna-Liza?
I mean, it’s not like most guys would be interested in my fierce quilting skills. At least not in bed, one would hope. Or want to talk about zombies during rest periods. ‘Cause that would be… weird. But then again, maybe not so weird. See, I’m easy. Heh. That’s what he said.
Although the best guys would appreciate my Monty Python and Mel Brooks quotes. But Anna-Liza can quote them too.
It’s a mystery to me.
corrupted enticed Marin to take the quiz and she is worth $15 per hour more than me – (and $46 more than Anna-Liza, I can do math).
Which I think is because she can talk about sports, and I’ve heard guys like that.
I’ve even heard that guys think about sports… you know… during. To prolong the… proceedings, kids. It’s hard to be a man. That’s what he said.
Or math. They think about math. I have this on good authority.
The smarter they are, the harder the… math. That’s what she said.
Ya’ll know what my mom always said.
There’s only one explanation.
Men are weird.