I tell a lie; it wasn't reading: it was worship. I read, I followed, and I got laid.
Somehow, in the intervening years, I got pussier, and I started believing shit like "I prefer being myself" and "shit don't mean not'ing, dawg."
So, this year, my laying strategy has been as near to being a sixteen-year-old as possible: "If I hook up with Cathy, things'll work themselves out."
Oh! Surprise! They haven't!
So, as of now, I'm going back to the ASF, and I'm going to diarise my success and failure rates.
Starting off tonight: Chatted up a fit black bird at Aldgate bus station. After persistent talkage, realised that she was up for it, but got put off by (unknown quantity) of lack of money for cab and (the actual truth) how to pull via different bus routes.
Note to self: Goatse.cx is hilarious to perilously few people.
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