0 posts 6/29/2008 11:46 pm
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Knocking at your back door
Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And none of us could reach that high
She came on like a teaser
I had to touch and please her
Enjoy a little paradise
The log was in my pocket
When Lucy met the Rockett
And she never knew the reason why
I can't deny it
With that smile on her face
It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase
Never assume, you will make an ass out of you and me. Being an chronic standard member I have made a lot of assumptions about people on this site based upon their profile pic and header. I don't know why it never occurred to me in all these years, but I never tried to use anyones handle as a search term.
One day I finally used a handle as a search term to see if she was using the same handle on another site. Low and behold my search served as a back door onto her profile. Since discovering that I can read many profiles I have been astounded to learn that people are not what I had first assumed.
No offense intended but I had assumed that many on this site were operating in a professional manner that would be more aptly suited for that list that is craig. I know, I know, there are lots of guys who would love for that to be true, I on the other hand frown on such behaviors. So here I am making all these negative assumptions about women only to learn that they are mothers, college graduates, well spoken, and very selective, among other virtues.
On the other hand, attractive girls with modest profile pics turn out to be into things I won't discuss , or worse the of satan himself, and there I am thinking she is the model of virtue. I still have a decided preference for profiles with G and PG rated pictures but I no longer make that an absolute measure of character. Now don't go thinking that I am a<b> prude </font></b>or anything like that, my personal opinion is that 99 percent of us are not into bukkake for example. This all goes to show, never assume, you will make an ass out of you and me.
I almost forgot to mention, even if I sneak into the back door of your profile I more often that not will have the courtesy to come back around to the front door and give you a courtesy knock.
Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
It's not against the law
The point of no return
And now you know the score
And now you're learning
What's knockin' at your back door
I don't conceal my profile, and don't care if you know that I am curious about you. When the time is right I still have all the free emails they gave me years ago.
Sweet Nancy was so fancy
To get into her pantry
You had to be the aristocracy
The members that she toyed with
At her city club
Were something in diplomacy
So we put her on the hit list
Of a common cunning linguist
A master of many tongues
And now she eases gently
From her Austin to her Bentley
Suddenly she feels so young
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I Swami Johnny see's all, knows all, tells very little.
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