*blue balls not included.
This week I did it: I answered a pesonal ad. (With strong opposition from all walks of life around me). I won’t go too into detail, but I laughed when I read this fairly-new-to-Cleveland guy’s ad. Seemed witty, fun, personable… eh, bored? I clicked through and sent off a comparably-witty response… through my yahoo email account. Yes, the same yahoo account I use on a daily basis that reflects my first-and-last name in all correspondences. Immediately, I was no longer some anonymous “woman-seeking-man” poster.
Funniest of all, when he read my name, he knew who I was (where else, but from my blog)… and I knew (of) him. Can’t blame a girl for trying?
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
