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::sigh:: Let me explain something for those of you new to the Katie Doyle Experience. I will try to be nice, but given recent events in my life, that's really pushing every ounce of civility I have, so this really needs to be the definitive word on the subject, 'kay? I live with another human being. That human being is male. I love that human being very much. I refer to him often in these hallowed pages. He is called TB. That stands for The Boyfriend. Even had I not a boyfriend, I am not in the habit of meeting up with complete strangers, especially members of the opposite sex, who happen along and extend an uninitiated invitation to do so. Therefore, no, I will not meet up for coffee with you. No, I will not chat online with you. Unless you prove 100% utterly and completely inoffensive, I will not even trade email or comments with you. That has nothing to do with you as a human being and everything to do with the fact that I am really fucking uncomfortable with overly forward contact or people who insist on pushing against my boundaries. I choose within this format what parts of my life you may see and what you may not. Sometimes, I misjudge what parts might be appropriate to share, and most times when that happens, I regret the absolute living hell out of it, generally because some damn yahoo takes that as his cue to step in and make advances. So don't contact me and tell me I'm cute or sexy or you want to hook up. I don't take it well. If I ignore that request, or delete it so that I don't have to shoot your ass down in public, just take that as a firm but polite no and move the fuck on, 'kay? Nuff said. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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