I just had to edit something here. It was lacking important details from the original post. I am poking fun at my developing experience with online dating as a bagger, dating outside of MAO.
The thought here is a stoma isn't the problem with people dating. My goal is to prove it while having some fun and not regret a damn thing.
Hot topic here: concerned about dating someone with a stoma or not. Ppphtf. (Not a typo)
Remember, true story developing here.
Recently, I got a reply from a "viewer" - a female - on a dating site, no, not this one, and you know how dating sites are like fishing? You got to use the right bait (fine, appropriate attire, recent photo), cast your line out (this does not mean dick pics), hopefully you get a bite or two 🤞 (replies), and if you're lucky enough, you reel this "fish" in and you start talking sweet to her, making it a nice conversation, an interesting one.
You are delirious, excited, a happy camper... er, umm, fisherman... and the conversation in text is mounting, going on and on, back and forth. You can't reply fast enough because she is "text bombing" (think A Chatty Cathy) while you're trying to reply to her first text. She is four texts deep by now: her family, Xmas, New Year's, then specifically about computers, Zoom meetings, Facebook, Instagram, etc., all that information technology. Asking her if she's an I.T. girl, you know? (Internet-information techie) which I assumed (bad warrior, bad) just about everybody knows what I.T. means - pronounced - eye tee - and her response was, two minutes after the bombing stopped, "I'm half Italian and half French." So I'm thinking, okay... 🤔🤔 she probably thinks Alaska is an island. Throw back? Or keeper? 🤣🐠