Holy...Fucking...Crap

It's about 6 am, and everyone I know has gone to bed...which sucks, because I *really* want someone to talk to right now. Especially, for some reason, Thomas, since I know my sweety is in bed. Ugh. I feel slimed. I have to change my ok cupid profile for sure now. What's wrong? You may ask? Well..Basicly I was just more or less solicited for cyber by a 50 year old australian, who I actually started chatting with because I thought he enjoyed photography. Well apperently he does. The webcam variety. Fortunately I didn't let him get very far. I'm grown up, and I can take care of such situations. If worse had come to worst I could simply have logged off. Nothing was making me talk to him. I'm just grr, and wishing for a knight in shining armor to pet me alittle, cause damnit..I may be able to slay my own dragons, but I still like to be petted alittle. {Male} "Ooh..That was a really big dragon you told you weren't interested in. What a nasty pervert dragon!" {me}"Yes, I know.." Fans self.

I know it's hard to believe, since I am such an open person, but honestly..Until I get to know you at least alittle bit, I'm kinda a prude. I like to be friends befor lovers, yanno? I feel downright Neovictorian sometimes. There's no mystery any more. For God's sake, cover that table leg!

Mou...*frumple*

Wow...I started a thing!

Wow, I got alot of responses to this morning's post. I want to thank everyone for support, and tough questions. For the record I don't mind being questioned, so in answering back, that's all it is. Answering back. Not being snarky, or defensive.

( Cut because there's alot of stuff. )