My Waisted Life

So yesterday I thought I were going to enjoy a relaxed evening in front of the monitor without doing much else than usual… work. But I had forgotten about cow^[1].

It must have been around 8PM when she hit me up with a text, asking if I were going to pub later and wanted to watch a movie (at hers).
Honestly, I couldn’t be really bothered. Not that I didn’t want to see her, but dammit we only spoke for the time a day before. If there’s one thing I’ve outgrown it’s the adolescent pubertarian lovamingy.

Some text messages later we had agreed that I would bring a not mainstream, off movie about drugs, but still funny and actually with some plot, story: The Salton Sea.

Boy, was I wrong!

Not only was Cow soon nagging me on the phone with messages such as Where are ya? Waiting for you!, but when it came to watch a great movie, all she had in mind was touch me.
Luckily I had the great excuse of having to get up early today for a live report of our game, so I could escape hers early.

I am not that sure anymore about having diner at hers this week.

1. I could have used horse but her ass isn’t THAT big either [↩]

So I met someone. Not over edating (online dating) actually, but I went to watch a soccer game at the pub on Wednesday. She must have been the only one not wearing a shirt of ManU. If you don’t count me that is.

We smiled at each other. She didn’t use her lips to smile, but her eyes. It was cute. Nothing happened, we even didn’t speak.
My team, ManU, were shite. Chatting up a bird was the last thing on my mind. Even if she sat on the stool next to mine. Life’s a bitch.

Fast forward to yesterday. Friday night. I was bored. I wanted to honor my friend, Tanqueray Gin, and went to the same pub again. Also because I wanted ask them about access to their private WLAN. I wanted to report tomorrow’s derby game live from the pub.
Tanqueray Gimlets were flowing as she entered. It all started again. This time with the bar in between us tho. Smiling views, twinkling eyes.

From her. I was rather stoïc, but that’s nothing new. Poker face is my middle name.
Due to some irrelevant action of hers, she went to say hi to a friend - the local pub slut - suddenly we were standing next to each other. I could judge her better now and definitely liked what I saw: Sporty Spice in her better years alike. With a little more ass. Yummy!^[1]

As we were chatting, I had to pull the big guns. Only when I gave her my blogcard, and I explained her that the next model would sport not just Asshole Par Excellence, but Jaded Asshole Par Excellence.
It was a nice evening. I got very drunk.

When I left the pub, she invited me to dine at hers next week. She has no WLAN tho.
D’uh.

1. I definitely like something to grab. Let it be not too big tho. [↩]

Just as I was considering what to do with this site, even considering to post here, a comment notification dropped in my email.

Snark?! WTF!

I got much better than snark.
Snark is so old-skool, snark is… so MWL@blogspot.

But I’m sure there’s a better topic for this blog. A better topic for My Waisted Life^[1] than snark.
Dating.

Yup. Dating.

After several years of… errr… dunno…. loads of piles of shit, I decided last week to become member of a dating site. No, not to work at the site’s design or to fool around^[2], no nothing like that. But to actually date.

The deal is simple: I life in a town with lots of female Sex in the City supernumeraries. I’m single and a busy worker. I wear pretty often stylish and posh clothes. I take care of my image.

And I’m an asshole.
This could become funny.

Disclaimer: I believe in the virality of websites and especially blogs. I could perfectly imagine this blog soon goes micro-viral^[3], but honestly… I can’t be bothered to check sitestats. And if I were to piss someone off… remember this: Life’s a bitch.
Bitch is my middle name.

1. I could have used willigetlaidnow.com, but that URL is too funny and will get sold some day anyway. [↩]
2. Well kind of, but then again not really. [↩]
3. Viral in a limited circle. [↩]

Who the hell had ever thought this would happen one day? Luckily with the sale of Am I Famous Now I have found sanity order in my blogging.
And brought madbull and My Waisted Life back to blogging land.

Nothing more than a daily blog fart, with soon a good old schoole ‘getty image design’ and many many flames to come.

Suck it up babies, da bitch is back. :D