Eww. Ew. Ew.

[patgund]

Was bored tonight, went to a coffeehouse. There, ran into someone I haven't seen in a while.....and haven't missed much either. This is someone I call the "Playhobbit", because she looks like she stepped off the pages of Playhobbit magazine.

(She's certainly not the hobbit I want to play with. (Sigh) Why do you torment my dreams still, my dearest hobbit-lass? Sometimes that one still occupies my mind and dreams. )

Anyway, the playhobbit is just as clueless as usual. Problem is she's been nursing a crush for me for almost 10 years, and I'm not in to stupid, pocessive ninnies. If someone likes them short, dumb, blond, and busty, then they can go after her. Not my interest. And she's agressively mono (doesn't believe anyone she's involved with should have any female friends) - and I'm poly. Can we say bad idea boys and girls?

In the course of this conversation, she mentioned that her biological clock was ticking. (KTMI - Too Much Information, all the time!) And that this very night, she bought her first ever sex toy. (Must fight visual... must fight visual..... Urk! Visual is winning! Visual is winning!)

You know, I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY DON'T want to know these things.......

I need someone to step on her big time. Or just find a job in LA or Texas and escape SD once and for all........