Dear reader,
I feel I have so much to tell you.
I didn't refer to you as reader because you're a general you, reader. I referred to you as reader because you're my only reader, my one and only. It's a romantic bond we've set up. I really appreciate you.
Right then. So one of the things on my docket of details to convey is this recent review I received, which was rather biting. A non-admirer, if you will, found that my writing was "instantly forgettable." He then went on, in his review, to convey that I, as a writer presumably, "have zero talent." What a sexy review! And yes, this was well after he called me a "remarkably rude cunt." Sultry and sexy indeed. It drove me wild. He found me remarkable! Made me think I should go on more unsuccessful dates. But then I digress, as I didn't tell you about the nature of my connection with the non-admirer--I'll come back to that later.
You see, reader: before I give you the context for which this shit review was sprung upon yours true as ever, let me tell you that this particular man was missing a distinct detail in his perhaps limited mind, which is that I simply do not give a shit what people think about my writing. Why, you ask? Because I am not proud of my work! No indeed! I've never assessed myself as an aces writer. As a lady of exceptional talents, a diamond in the rough. No no no!
It's rather funny, I find, how some people out there apprise artistic types to have fragile egos. "Ohh! If I really want to find a weapon against that cat, I'll just insult his art! That will get 'em good." Do these people not realize that to be a sensitive creative sort and survive, one must build about a thick skin? Instantly forgettable? Zero talent, definitely none at all? Oh truly you make me laugh, Mr. non-admirer.
It was basically one of those quick-style dates from an online site. I had recently been persuaded by a girlfriend of mine to give the site a shot. I'd never been much for online dating--I'd had a couple doozie experiences in my early twenties. And yet, I do like to keep an open mind. Plus, who likes to be single for so long? It's been months since I've been with someone, on top of Jesus--It's hard to meet people! And so it went...
ToBeCont, reader.
