saturdays are great. i can lie in bed til getting up turns into a good idea. i can eat at a more relaxed pace - not that i ever do. too many years of throwing food down without tasting it.
still, i can make it at less of a gallop. take my time. it's only when i get to the table and sit, i turn into the tasmanian devil. in a feeding frenzy.
the weekends are when i catch up on all that e-mail. those anonymous names who inhabit the same yahoo groups i do. the ones who keep being interesting - even on a school night.
leaving it til saturday means that most of the more obvious replies have already been made.
and to be honest, i rarely answer anyone – even at the weekend - any more.
i check my inboxes on the two or three dating sites i'm using at that time. i'm forever joining the damn things, but i only tend to put any effort into a couple at a time. whatever i joined last, one or two of the older ones.
same old pictures, same tired old jokes.
Those who don't bite (unless you ask nicely)...
Nineteen-Year-Olds with "years of experience as a Mistress", looking for credit for her phone.
husband finally jettisoned, kids grown up and rarely home, trying to climb aboard A New Identity.
maybe i'm just too jaded and cynical, but after a few years, there's nothing new on the worldwide web. i read somewhere that human beings have only twenty-four possible personality types to choose from.
this is as true of the developed world as it is of the most primitive tribesmen. ultimately, we might not look much alike, but there are only two dozen of us around.
everyone you meet, no matter where you go, is one or other of these.
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