my friend Lori believes you must be interesting if you decided to pay some internet service provider your money and then proceed to step into the world of finger talking. Who wants to hear some middle aged man telling you he has to go right now to picked up his daughter from ballet "Are you going to be on later?"
"What! I don't know you?" I can easily hear the words pouring down her elbows.
We are we headed? This online blather is summoning up regergitaion as Kevin Spacey character in 'Seven' aptly described--banality. Men and women droaning on about housework, bathroom dysfuntions and newly discovered sexual preferences. How much responsibility do we have at helping our wayward finger brains? Did we sign on for too much reality? I can get this shit from the elevator at work from Bob in accounting. Maybe she believes that a guy has signed on to hear some woman describe how huge her breasts are, and touching them to her forehead is her latest trick. Maybe she wants to skip back a few years and get back to the fantasy. I don't know. I say eventually boredoom in life translates to a boredom online you just do it in the BDSM rooms.