xkcd imitates life

honestly, you would think that i would know better. but you can't say i didn't predict it.

it was kenny loggins on the top gun soundtrack. osg gave me a very wierd look.

the world would be a lot duller if it weren't for alt text

i have to admit that this comic pulled at my heartstrings when i read it a couple of weeks ago. because somewhere, deep down, i am sure that my life is just one big search for that guy with the hat.

i haven't found him yet. but until i do, i have to say, i'm coping pretty well on my own. and i don't mind if it takes a while to find him, either ;)

two offers in two days. yeah, i still got it.

after a horror ordeal in finland (i really, really don't want to talk about it) osg kindly agreed to meet me for champagne, dinner and a conversation in english*.

we were talking nerdy and just generally enjoying each other's company, when he throws in: "hey are you free on friday? there's someone i'd like you to meet..."

*yes of course i learnt to say it in finnish

well what did you think i was going to say?

well i knew i was a subject matter expert, but i didn't know that everyone else thought so too. today i got an e-mail asking me whether a) i'd be in a threesome with him and his gf, and/or b) if not, what should he do to rock her world on her birthday.

sadly, i had to go for b), to the exclusion of a) since i am in helsinki this week: stick it up her arse, of course.

rg@osg invites me to berlin

he sends me a link to a possible three-day tour:

me: should we get a double or a twin room?
him: double, in case we want to have a threesome
me: now you're talking my language

i had sex!

!!!!!

and not just that, but i clawed one back for the girls: he gives me head. it is very good. i roll over and go to sleep, mumbling vague promises. i wake up the next morning and go to work.

!!!!!

psg times two

this weekend i went to another pizza store and gave my phone number to another pizza store guy. neither has made messaged as yet, but you can see my dilemma, can't you?

hypothetical, much anticipated, but imminently possible message from a psg:

hi, it's psg from the pizza store. do you want to catch up sometime?

how the hell am i going to know which psg it is?!