I am long overdue for a plenty of fish update. So here goes. I haven’t been on there. That’s all I got. Okay well not really, I did sign on a few weeks ago during one of my “I am going to end up alone” bouts of regression (yes regression, not depression). First person to draw my attention was a young black woman with a UF hat on, which alone was enough to warrant a “click”. Come to find out this girl not only attended my alma mater, but we graduated around the same time… and knew the same people. Ain’t that something? We emailed back and forth for a day or two and finally exchanged numbers.
This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog. This is not going to become an online dating blog.
And yes I actually retyped that over and over again instead of just cutting and pasting. So I am proud to announce I have done my first 72 hours as a member of Plenty of Fish. It is … interesting to say the least. Here’s the good, the bad, and the ion even much know.
The Good: There is an app for that. There is an actual Plenty of Fish app. So every time I get a flirt, a favorite or any freaking message in between I get a notification. How cute is that? Does getting messages at 2am make me a booty call? No right? Anyway that’s the good. Oh wait there are some more goods. There are some cute girls on there… wait for it… wait for it.
CUTE GIRLS THAT I KNOW IN REAL LIFE
I mean dang, the first thing I noticed when I clicked on the site were all the “familiar” faces. Some verrrry familiar, others slightly familiar, but all too familiar.
Yeah, I guess that doesn’t fit in the category of good now that I think of it.
AND WITH THAT BEING SAID…
*zooms the camera in for a closeup, taps the mic*
Dear Stud that I kinda know, who I definitely know the last time I checked was married to a amazingly gorgeous sweetheart of a femme that I also kinda know,
Yes YOU who is logged in AS I TYPE,
You better be divorced or you need your behind whooped AND furthermore you better be glad I don’t know your better-be-ex-wife or I would have had to blow up your WHOLE spot.
That’s all I got.
Bad. Bad. Bad.
And to that one broad who I am 99.9% sure is a catfish… skype me so I know it’s real.
Oh and to the handful of women with whom I am having actual pleasant conversations, keep doing what you are doing. *High Five*
Blez-ventures = My failed attempt to coin a term for black lesbian adventures *shrugs*